I mean every single one.
I mean every single one.
Gerry Huntman is one of the giant brains behind the truly excellent ezine SQ Mag. He’s also a writer in his own right, having published over 50 pieces of short fiction, mainly towards the dark end of spec fic. Like me, however, he has a tendency to wander all over the genre as his attention span takes him. His novel, Guardian of the Sky Realms (Cohesion Press), for example, is a young teen fantasy work. You can find more about him over at his Livejournal Blog.
He may also be the only other person besides me who remembers Willard Price’s Adventure novels.
Here he takes us on a journey through his development as a reader, and like all good stories, leaves us guessing until the final, climactic reveal of his Precious Thing.
To further my descent from ordinary son of a bigoted, white, working class, English family to inexplicable arty-farty possible-poofter who ‘aint never been t’ same since ‘e went off to t’ Big City darn Sarf, I got me a tattoo for my most recent birthday.
Honestly, I have no idea why, but tattoos are genuinely addictive. I cannot explain it– although I have confirmed it with others who have them– but having received my first one, all I can think about is how soon I can go back and get my second, and third, and eighth, and fifteenth.
Seriously. This is me. This is me, now.
So, for today’s 5 for Friday, here are 5 designs I’m determined to get.
One that made it as far as inking, but never went any further. All my faults are on display, here. All of them. Right there. Where everyone can see.
It’s taken 6 weeks to write 5200 words, which for Past Lee is a somewhat glacial pace, but tonight I’ve finished the first draft of Into the Pit, my psychedelic, post-apocalyptic military SF submission for Cohesion Press’ upcoming anthology SNAFU: Judgement Day.
Why is that significant? Well, if you count the picture book manuscript Anthony the Ammonite, it’s the second work I’ve completed this year. And it’s been a ludicrously long time since I’ve finished two pieces of work in the first quarter of the year.
Here’s raising a glass to kicking onto number three.
I’ve known Alan Baxter for a while now, although the Australian SF scene being what it is, we’ve only been face to face on one occasion: a raucous evening at a Natcon a few years back that started with beer and ended with wandering the streets of Perth looking for a decent curry…. and then ended with more beer. It was that kind of Natcon.
Alan writes supernatural thrillers and urban horror, rides a motorcycle and loves his dog. He also teaches Kung Fu. He lives among dairy paddocks on the beautiful south coast of NSW, Australia, with his wife, son, dog and cat. He’s the multi-award-winning author of several novels and over seventy short stories and novellas. You can read extracts from his novels, a novella and short stories at his website or find him on Twitter @AlanBaxter and Facebook, and feel free to tell him what you think. About anything. He says.
Sounds like a challenge to me….
In the meantime, settle back and enjoy as he lets us view a Precious Thing of real beauty.
I’ll do anything to avoid real writing.
A couple of years ago, I threw up a post in response to a Triple J segment in which Megan Washington listed 5 songs she wished she’d written. While avoiding life the other night, I decided to revisit the concept, and make it a regular feature of the blog, because why not?
So: 5 for Friday. Whet your appetite: travel back in time to read the original post, 5 Songs I Wish I’d Written.
Now, let’s journey to The WOOOOORLD OF….. well, today, with a the first entry that is actually the second entry of our brand new segment!