Gillian Pollack has accepted my story (title in limbo) for “Baggage”, an anthology of speculative fiction about the cultural baggage of Australians. It was a hard one to write and I still have to do some work on it. I know I wasn’t the only contributor who found the topic a challenge. I think the story has the potential to be pretty good if I don’t fuck up the rewrite.
Fantasy Magazine has accepted “Saving the Gleeful Horse”, the story I wrote for Vera Nazarian’s auction, and I’ve finished the intros for DEAD GIRLS and ELDRITCH KID.
I’m reading Walter Benjamin and wondering what he’d be writing if he were alive today. I suspect he’d be working for Lonely Planet, sending reams of rumination to baffled editors. Sometimes their red pens would skip a beat and in the middle of a hotel review or a potted history of Canada there’d be left a lonely line about the sadness of a coppery afternoon on the outskirts of a port city or the estrangement of mass instincts from life.