A Little 'Death', A Little Life

A long week of waiting this past week (which, when you consider a series of short films made ten years ago with my BBAM Bernie centered around people waiting smacks of more than a touch of irony) for word on whether or not my Machine of Death 2 submission had passed muster in a seriously large pool of contenders drew to a close on Friday. The verdict?

The story - "Assassinated By Oswald" - was accepted by the editors. That was the "WOOT!" you heard from Houston.

I'll have more on this down the line, but the full line-up for the book (and its official title) will be announced on November 17 at a Machine of Death event in Los Angeles, and one suspects will be on the web the next day.

It wasn't planned as such, but the staycation at La Torretta resort and associated Renaissance Fair trip this weekend that my honey and I took would up being a nice celebration of the acceptance. Everyone should celebrate with champagne, blood sausage, pierogi, a camel ride, beer, a massage, and the perusal of sword canes and fine leather journals. No cheesecake on a stick - I mean, it's not like I won a Nebula.

Tomorrow?  Back to work on the novel - I've got a dozen longhand notebook pages to transcribe, which bridge to the next section being rewritten - as well as further contemplation of a short story that's rattling around in my head and wants out. I also need to line up readers for the advance copy of the forthcoming Kindle All-Stars Resistance Front anthology. While I suspect I can get readers who will read/review the collection, I believe I may be the only Kindle-wielding member of my immediate circle who'd be thus enabled to buy it for the Kindle at this juncture. More on Resistance Front this week - it's a great project for a worthy cause.