Well, hello there, and welcome to the end of the year.
A couple of new stories snuck out around Christmas time, like lumps of blackest coal that have been gift-wrapped and left under the tree in the dark, empty hours before dawn. “This Impossible Gift” appeared in Midnight Echo #12, which is available for Kindle here, and I wrote a new flash piece entitled “Of Coldest Coal” in about two hours to meet a deadline, which can be found in Shades of Santa: Tales from the Bloody North Pole (order a copy here).
Otherwise, it’s been an indulgent period – I finally have some time off work, and so far I’ve been working diligently at my goal of alternating relaxation and utter sloth with full-tilt reading and writing while I have the extra hours.
Now, some 2017 writing stats for you:
24 submissions (no simultaneous subs) – I’ve reached 24 before, but my record is 28.
10 acceptances – for only the second time, this number outweighs the next…
9 rejections – …because subjectivity ensures that this will never cease to be a thing.
8 stories published – and so far, I have 2 confirmed for publication in 2018.
It’s been a funny old year, as is usually the case. My girlfriend Meg and I began to wrap this one up much the way we did with 2016 – by finding a deserted ruin of a house and exploring it. I got a good story out of the process last time, but I don’t want to repeat myself, so the art that comes from this last exploration will likely be photographic only.
Anyway, all the best to you and yours – may 2018 shine brighter (or more darkly, if that’s your thing) than any year so far. Thanks for all and any time and attention you might have sent my way.