LizBet wants to accept Van’s marriage proposal, but she can’t say yes until she figures out what to do about her last name. Should she take his? Should she keep hers? Such a simple thing. How come it feels so hard?
I admit: I haven’t read enough Leigh Brackett. I fell in love with her stories as I read for the women in sf anthology. I’m beginning to believe that all sf roads ride through Leigh Brackett.
Once upon a time, a writer taking on a big publisher like that remained secret, partly so that the writer could sell another book. (Even then, the large publisher would often bad-mouth the writer in private to any other publisher who would listen.)
Times have changed.
Kessa possesses only small magic. But her skills allow her to help those who wield bigger magic.
Her latest job takes her deep into the bowels of New York City’s subway system, hunting for bits of history long since forgotten.
And what she finds deep down in the dark will both threaten her life and change it forever.
If you’ve come to my website the past few days, you might have seen the bundle on the slider at the top. The Women in Science Fiction Storybundle started last week. I’m the one who curated (read: assembled) the bundle. I suggested it to Storybundle’s Jason Chen as I was putting together a proposal for […]
The traditional publishers are screaming about Amazon. I’ve learned over the years that when someone screams about something, they’re doing so because they feel some kind of pressure, some kind of pinch.
How could traditional publishers be feeling a pinch from Amazon? After all, in the United States, Amazon is selling more books than any other retailer. Why would that hurt traditional publishers? Is it hurting traditional publishers?
I went on a short story writing binge after I finished the Anniversary Day Saga, and now some of those stories have hit print.
They send the best and brightest to war, then observe them when the soldiers return. Only someone else observes, too—someone closer to the soldier, someone quite surprising…
As I thought of all that writing I wasn’t doing because of promoting my own projects, I had been feeling sorry for myself.
And then I flashed back on that conversation with friends who were trying to sell to a traditional publishing house and who weren’t getting anything back from that house. The house expected those writers to do what indie writers do, and get paid less for it.
My realization? Pretty simple, really…