Back in the day when the TV show Pimp My Ride was a thing, I sketched this piece. Titled Pimp My Dalek, I intended the finished piece to be a painted artwork for entry into a Swancon fan art show. I don’t do Swancon any more, and I never got around to painting the work, so this plan is as close as I’ve ever come.
The Terrors pulled up three hundred metres outside the town. There were six soldiers left, only half the team that had left the Reclaimed Zone a month before. They’d known the risks—that was why Reclamation Bounties were so high. But a team is a team. The losses hit hard. Nerves were shredded. Reclamation was high stakes work, but there came a time when a team wanted to bug out, claim their R&R and spend their hard-won on the few comforts available in the Zone. The Terrors had reached that point. Even so, they’d barely relaxed before Sarge took out his scope and scanned the township at the bottom of the rise.
Into the Pit, a psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, military SF story, is completed at 5220 words, and submitted.
Along with the picture book I submitted earlier this year, that marks my second submission for 2017. Sadly, this represents a high-watermark for the last couple of years. So onto the next project, to keep this momentum rolling. I’m sure I know what the next project is……
I’ve known and admired Adrian Bedford for nigh on a decade. One of the gentlest people I know, he’s made a career of taking readers into uncomfortable places, and then rewarding them with endings that give hope and uplift. A multiple Aurealis Award-winner, his latest work, Black Light, is a crossover crime novel that mixes supernatural fantasy with a taut, tightly-plotted thriller. His genuine humility is revealed by the fact that his website is named Little Known Author, and he seems to truly believe it.
A good friend, it’s a pleasure to have him reveal his soul for you here.
Today is my 12th wedding anniversary.
Twelve years married to this amazing, talented, wise, intelligent, stylish, caring, kind, wonderful woman:
who was told she was destined for nothing, so became an author and artist;
who was told she was stupid, so fought and scratched and refused to give up, and earned her degree;
who was denied years of family love and responded by nurturing and giving flight to two families’ of children;
who was told she had nothing to give and now prepares to give direction and education to hundreds of schoolchildren;
who is afraid of heights so abseiled;
who is afraid of snakes so held them and kissed them;
who illuminates and inspires and conquers and endures;
who qualified as a massage therapist;
who has travelled the country;
who has run distance races;
who has taken on every challenge and dismissal and marginalisation, and won;
who has potential in unlimited amounts;
who can do, and has done, anything she sets her mind to.
Who is the most interesting, complete, and endlessly fascinating person I have ever met.
Who loves, and is loved in return.
She persisted? She persists.
Who has a quite unbelievable number of photos of her poking her tongue out…
You know how it is: you have an idea, and it sounds brilliant, so you write it down because, damn, man, this is the one. This is the one. And then, somehow, it never quite pans out that way. The zag never matches up with the zig. The yang never quite lives up to the ying. Or the zag and the yang elope when your back is turned, and there you are, propping up the end of a bar with poor, bereft zig and ying, bemoaning what could have been.
Or, you know, you just have an idea for a title and the story never quite comes.
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.