Give us a hero, the people said: “Origin Story” on Terraform (and other news)

It’s been a while since I could tell you all that I’ve had a new fiction piece published, but voilà! My kinda-meta flash piece “Origin Story” is now up at Terraform. Have a look!

What else is happening? Well, a bunch of stuff, actually. The big one is that I’ve finished my dissertation (to the extent such a thing can ever be finished) and my defense is set for May 21st. Yes, the long, grueling saga of graduate school is almost over and I think I’m getting out alive. And with a doctorate. You can call me doctor! I promise not to attempt any tracheotomies.

After the defense, I’m heading back to the Bread Loaf Translators Workshop, where I’m looking forward to hanging out with a bunch of awesome translators and getting their feedback on my translation of Antoine Volodine’s Alto Solo.

And in other news, I’ve recently had a short story accepted to Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine!

And the sun is out! In Minneapolis! In May!

And the May Day Parade is this Sunday! Happy May Day, everybody! Happy Spring, and happy reading.

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Image swiped from Terraform. Not sure of the illustrator’s name but I like it.

Time to get organized: “Mag, the Habitat and We,” in Apex 92

Ever get the sense that your work is multiplying? Like every time you wash a dish, you turn around and there’s another one you didn’t see and oh, there’s the dog with something disgusting in his mouth? Or every time you try to find a reference for some basic statement about the history of cinema, a whole stack of scholarship you’ve never even seen just explodes in your face and your footnotes and everywhere? And you’re like, “Drop it, Romeo, no, outside, ick, why,” or “Goddamnit André Gaudreault, you and your culture broth,” or maybe “Help, chocolate,” or something like that? I think this is a pretty universal experience, no?

What if I told you it’s not your fault? What if there really were little gremlins or brownies or otherwise mischievous creatures, or André Gaudreault, for that matter, hiding out and just waiting for their chance to screw everything up yet again?

Well, then, that is the basic idea behind this story, up today in Apex Magazine: “Mag, the Habitat and We.”

ETA: There is also a podcast of this story! Check out Mahvesh Murad’s Apex podcast here.

Please enjoy, or at least find a moment’s respite.

Speaking of respites, here is a picture of me on a snowshoe hike near a lovely lonesome northern lake. I hope all of you had an equally pleasant beginning to 2017.

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On Tord Lake, though it looks like any number of the zillion lakes up in northern Minnesota. Feeling weirdly light and free. Photo by Mr. Jeffrey Mitchell.


(apologies to André Gaudreault, whom I have never met, and who is a fine scholar and writer of important things.)

Some kind of idiot savant shit: “Skills to Keep the Devil in His Place” in Shimmer 34

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Devil Lia, Halloween 2005

Look, everyone, I wrote a nice story! It’s about some high school girls making friends. And the devil. And some other stuff that’s not so nice, or just kind of weird, but I enjoyed writing it. Took me like six months to draft and then so, so many revisions, I can’t even tell you. Many thanks to E. Catherine Tobler, Joy Marchand, and the rest of the editorial crew at Shimmer, who have displayed admirable tolerance as I turned into a wretched artiste too neurotic to stop editing and too distracted to count her sections correctly.

This is a longer one, so sit down in a comfy chair with a cozy beverage of your choice, or get a good seat on the bus, or sit on spikes and gargle scotch bonnet purée, if that’s your thing, though I hope it isn’t because that can’t be healthy, and anyway—I hope you like the story. Here’s the link.

Skills to Keep the Devil in His Place, in Shimmer 34

Thanks for reading, everybody.