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The Drabblecast took my lovely surreal story, Betty Flesh and the Meat Man, after several rewrites with the ever courteous Nathaniel Lee. That was very fun, as I saw how to simplify without losing tone. The Drabblecast is a very high quality, if occasionally "boysy" podcast, narrated by the ooooooohhhh, gorgeous-voiced Norm Sherman. They generally use apt music and effects and I can't wait to hear the tale read aloud.

An excerpt:

"It isn't Saturday." Ma rapped on Betty's head with the back of her shining metal hook. "No going floaty today, girl."

"No, Ma."

Ma only allowed Betty to be floaty on Saturdays. Then, Betty wrote poetry, rescued injured animals and saw tragic sorrow in the silhouettes of trees. The rest of the week, she prepared meat. Briskets, chops, neck, rib and tongue, red flecks under her fingernails, the smell of iron and blood -- Betty knew this was her future. But something inside slipped away to windswept headlands and moonlit waves whenever it could, and she... went floaty. She did not know why. Maybe meat was not in her blood....

Aaaand --


A 10K novella, Seven Lovers and the Sea, to Lethe Press for a Queering Bram Stoker's Dracula anthology. This story really stretched me. I took a big risk and let it grow, trusting I was keeping it taut until it reached the max wordcount and luckily it climaxed there. :)  I worked hard during editing to thread many themes throughout, develop them and pay them off one by one towards the end. (Thanks to sacredmime for pointing out two that needed some closure.) I learned a lot about sustaining a longer narrative, and am hoping to keep stretching that limit until voila! I find a novel on my hard drive. Many people helped with really focussed crits. This story, despite the title and the snippet below, does not involve much sex at all.

An excerpt:

"Amramoff," he said. His voice surprised us both. It left behind a silence, in which I became aware of his grip on my biceps, and the closeness of his mouth to mine. From the fo'castle, the bell sounded five. Below us, the water lurched in shadow. Olgaren's eyes were wide and silver-blue. They closed as our lips touched.

We only kissed that night. I stumbled back on deck, confused, and terrified I had been caught, but nothing stirred above. Only the night bird, half a mile away on shore, cut the silence before dawn with its hollow cry...



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Oct. 14th, 2012 12:12 pm (UTC)
Great news! I have no doubt you'll find that novel -- sooner rather than later!
Oct. 15th, 2012 05:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Congratulations
Thanks! I'm sifting ideas, trying to find the one sentence, catchy concept that really gets me buzzing...
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