Grab Bag Of Goodies
The most immediate goodie on offer is my post
on Lynda Hillburn's blog, Paranormality
. I wrote about the weird experience of discovering that Atlantis Cranks Need Not Apply
was a paranormal romance...well, a sideways paranormal romance. Actually, I think of the relationship between Atlantis Cranks
and the typical paranormal romance sort of like the relationship between Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead
. I promise, if you read my guest post over there, that will make sense.
The next goodie is the Broad Universe
group reading at Lunacon
this weekend. A few other broads and I will be reading from our works at 4:00pm on Saturday. The Rapid Fire Reading we did at Philcon back in November was a blast, so I'm really looking forward to this.
What I'm looking forward to breathlessly
this is so awesome...
being part of a Broad Universe reading at the Library of Congress
. Apparently the Library of Congress has a Science Fiction and Fantasy Forum--who knew? And isn't that a gorgeous flyer design?
The reading will be free and open to the public. Please come if you can, and spread the word! We're scheduled for Monday, April 12th, 12:00-1:00pm. Our library contact advises us to take public transportation if possible, because parking's hard to find.
And now back to my own grab bag of goodies, the stories for the anthology. We're at the stage now of trying to figure out how we want to sequence them, as a way to make our last cuts to the final line-up. Everything that's still in the running is so strong, the only way to get our word count down where it needs to be is to figure out the most coherent, organic order for the stories. As we get closer to finding that order, it gets easier to whittle down our table of contents.
One of the pleasures of this process that I've never seen discussed by other editors--though I can't be the only one with this experience--is the pleasure of reading a story I might never have come across anywhere other than my own slush pile, even when I can't publish it. It's a bittersweet pleasure, because whenever I find a real treasure, I want to tell the world all about it, and in these cases it really wouldn't be appropriate. I imagine it might feel a bit like this to go caving in Lechuguilla
and discover a new chamber full of glorious rock formations, and to be unable to show anyone but my expedition teammates. A lot of these stories will eventually find homes in print or online, I'm very sure of it, but I may never know where those homes are, and I may never find out those authors' good news. Reading slush can sometimes be a chore; once in a while, it's also a privilege.