Monday 13 November 2023

Confused of Devon

Yes, we can all fall back on William Goldman's famous "Nobody knows anything", uttered in the context of the fickle nature of Hollywood, to explain away bizarre editorial responses to story submissions, but sometimes the email coming back to you is so off-beam that you can't help think... WTF?

I've just had such a wtf moment - appropriately, in an alphabetic way, to WotF as the Writers of the Future contest has just returned my 4th quarter 2023 entry as a 'did not place'.

Now, I'm not arrogant enough to think I should automatically be at the top of the list, or even on the list, every time, but with some 75 stories published and four appearances in the Best of British Science Fiction anthologies, I'm not exactly wet behind the ears at this game and can tell when a story has merit. And this one (call me superstitious, but I don't like referring to a story by name until it's sold) had been a very near miss with Shoreline of Infinity, liked by Strange Horizons, and had just been let go by Galaxy's Edge having been held for further consideration for 600 days. (Yes, that's not a typo - 600 days, from New Year's Day 2022 until this September.) That is not the palmares of a 'did not place' story. Hence, I ask again: WTF???

I thought it may be instructive, for my sanity if nothing else, to plot out my success, or otherwise, with the Scientologists, since I made it into the final six years ago...

Which brings us to my latest result, the repeat first round knockout for the resubmitted 1st quarter 2019 entry.

So, what to conclude?  Well, these may not be statistically significant, but 0% of my finalists, 43% of my silver honourables, and 33% of my honourables have been published, but the success rate for those unplaced or worse is 50%, plus other 'failures' are being held. Plus my unplaced seem to have as good a chance at semi-pro or better rates, with silver honourables like Faivish the Imbecile going for a token rate.

The most statistically watertight claim may be that there's little to no correlation between the Writers of the Future contest placing of individual stories and eventual publishing success, at least when you raise the quality threshold to at least 'honourable' levels. Perhaps the acid test is to resubmit my 2nd and 4th quarter stories to see if their 'not ready to be considered' and 'unplaced' status is repeated - or else, sell them in the meantime! Watch this space.

Like the man said, nobody knows anything.

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2084 - The Meschera Bandwidth

2084. The world remains at war.

In the Eurasian desert, twenty-year old Adnan emerges from a coma with memories of a strictly ordered city of steel and glass, and a woman he loved.

The city is the Dome, and the woman... is Adnan's secret to keep.

Adnan learns what the Dome is, and what his role really was within it. He learns why everybody fears the Sickness more than the troopers. And he learns why he is the only one who can stop the war.

Persuaded to re-enter the Dome to implant a virus that will bring the war machine to its knees, the resistance think that Adnan is returning to free the many - but really he wants to free the one.

24 0s & a 2

Twenty-four slipstream stories.  Frequently absurd, often minimifidian, occasionally heroic.







Sunday 5 November 2023

Curry tonight?

If you fancy a curry tonight, can I suggest you go to YouTube and watch the Delta Literary Arts Society perform my story 'The Ultimate Vegan Curry'.  Bon appetit...


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2084 - The Meschera Bandwidth

2084. The world remains at war.

In the Eurasian desert, twenty-year old Adnan emerges from a coma with memories of a strictly ordered city of steel and glass, and a woman he loved.

The city is the Dome, and the woman... is Adnan's secret to keep.

Adnan learns what the Dome is, and what his role really was within it. He learns why everybody fears the Sickness more than the troopers. And he learns why he is the only one who can stop the war.

Persuaded to re-enter the Dome to implant a virus that will bring the war machine to its knees, the resistance think that Adnan is returning to free the many - but really he wants to free the one.

24 0s & a 2

Twenty-four slipstream stories.  Frequently absurd, often minimifidian, occasionally heroic.

Wednesday 1 November 2023

Don't Eat the Bundyroot!

Yes, folks, in one month exactly you can get your hands on Ossuary Press's Under the Stairs, in which you'll find my story imploring you to not eat the bundyroot!

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You're here, so surely you know how to do that?


2084 - The Meschera Bandwidth

2084. The world remains at war.

In the Eurasian desert, twenty-year old Adnan emerges from a coma with memories of a strictly ordered city of steel and glass, and a woman he loved.

The city is the Dome, and the woman... is Adnan's secret to keep.

Adnan learns what the Dome is, and what his role really was within it. He learns why everybody fears the Sickness more than the troopers. And he learns why he is the only one who can stop the war.

Persuaded to re-enter the Dome to implant a virus that will bring the war machine to its knees, the resistance think that Adnan is returning to free the many - but really he wants to free the one.

24 0s & a 2

Twenty-four slipstream stories.  Frequently absurd, often minimifidian, occasionally heroic.