So a couple of things about “Safe as Houses,” which you can find over at Gallery of Curiosities in a variety of audio formats for your listening pleasure:
- I have a writing bucket list, and one of the things on it is to have a story on a podcast. And now I do! Sarah Heiner reads it, and does an excellent job–she hits the tone I had in my head exactly.
- The first draft of this was exactly 300 words long, without my even trying (yes, Facebook friends, this is that story). I, of course, immediately destroyed that via revision, but whatever–it happened, it was cool, the end.
- There are no Teachouts in this story, but you can find a reference to this house in “The Drowned Man,” if you go looking hard enough. (The house is in San Xavier–not that you can tell–but this story takes place much closer to the present day than the girls’ stories do.)
- “The Automat’s Automaton” by Angela Enos is the other story on the podcast, and it’s also really cool.
1 [back] No, I have totally not listened to the podcast like more than five or six times since it went up, what?
2 [back]I would, quite frankly, be delighted if someone found the reference to this one in “Drowned Man” and told me about it. Just saying. Like, I might write a Teachout drabble or a random poem for someone.
So let me tell you, nothing hinders story promotion like evacuating from a damn hurricane. Over the next couple of days, I’m going to post some story promotion, but I wanted to let all five of my blog readers know that we made it through the storm okay. (I was posting in real time over on Tumblr, if you want to check out my “stormy weather” tag.)
So, yes, we took off ahead of Irma and stayed with family up north. It was a long, slow, cramped drive that my back has still not entirely recovered from, but we found gas and were not trapped on the interstate. It got really slow at times–20 mph on 75, whee!–but we never came to a complete halt for more than a minute or two. We spent time with my aunt and cousin, watching the Weather Channel and swearing at it before getting online and watching our local news feeds to find out what was really happening. Then of course there was the worrying until we could get back in touch with everyone at home, and the kindness of friends checking on the houses (my parents’ and ours), and the long, cramped drive home.
We got very, very lucky and returned to very little damage (we had some branches in our yard and lost a freezer full of meats) and power that had just come back on earlier in the day. Some of my friends and co-workers are still without power, some had some serious storm damage to their homes, so I’m counting my blessings on that one.
We rode out Charley and three other storms at home in 2004. I think we made the right choice to get out for Irma–it’s not an easy choice to make because there’s no actual certainty until the storm hits–and we were all fortunate enough to be able to leave. We had a place to go and employers who encouraged everyone to be safe. We also had social media to follow to find out what roads were clear and where we could find gas–whatever else you may think about Facebook, it’s an amazing local tool in a crisis.
So now we’re back, and our house is back to normal. I’m back to work, the kid goes back to school next week. But Houston’s still recovering, south Florida is still digging out, and Puerto Rico could use some help, if you have some money to spare.
One of them I knew about, one of them a surprise.
“The Lost Languages of Exiles” is up at Metaphorosis! It’s a love story set in the same universe as Dropping Slow.
“Safe as Houses” is up on the Gallery of Curiosities podcast! It’s also a love story, of a sort. No Teachouts to be found, but it is set in their world.
(I am currently battening down the hatches for Hurricane Irma, so I will post a bit more about both of these when I have a little more time–and, I hope, electricity. We’re not in the direct path of the storm, but close enough to prepare.)
Hey, remember the Every Single Day Challenge back in June?
Well, the founder of the Challenge, Karen Sorenson, put a poetry chapbook together for hers, and it’s on Etsy: We Feed the Dead.
For $7.50, you can buy and read this story told in poems …
A series of poems following one woman’s attempt to call her mother’s spirit home again. As she cooks meal after meal, each one an offering, she’s drawn further and further back into a past that threatens to pull her down entirely. The way out might be a miracle, or a simple cup of soup, or maybe both.
I’ve ordered mine–you know you want to order yours …
Ahead of “The Lost Languages of Exiles” going live next Friday (9/8!!!!), we have a One Question Interview with me over at Metaphorosis.
Click and find out why I write spec fic!
I’ve not made it a secret that one of the things that’s gotten me through the past six months of general “what in actual hell is going on?” has been catching up on Richard Kadrey’s Sandman Slim series via audiobooks in my car.
I started reading these shortly after the first one came out–I checked it out of the library along with In Cold Blood and another book with a climax that involved the main character walking barefoot through Hell (I think it was an Orpheus retelling, maybe? But with more blood and demons). That was quite the month of reading, let me tell you.
But I dug Stark and his revenge quest, so I kept reading them. And then for whatever reason I got behind on the books, and it occurred to me to see if the library had them on audio–and they did! Like, all of them!
And McLeod Andrews is exactly what I imagined Stark’s voice to sound like. (I’ve read a number of news articles about the president in that voice, and as I said on Twitter, if this is the end of democracy, at least it’s being narrated appropriately.)
So I’m on The Perdition Score now, and there was a scene I heard last night that struck me …
(and there will be spoilers below, so tread carefully …)
Continue reading “The unexpected sweetness of Sandman Slim”
My story “Mary In the Looking Glass” will be appearing in Broad Knowledge: 35 Women Up To No Good from Upper Rubber Boot Books, sometime in early 2019.
I gotta tell ya, friends, this is a weird one. I can’t wait for other people to read it.