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And the Oscar goes to Andy Lake, the Four Time Champion of the Science Fiction Microstory Contest
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Feb 28, 2016 12:21PM

And Jack, I agree with Heather, your writing's crackerjack/first-rate. Wish you'd used an original/(not "game") plot, as that was the only problem with the piece.
Richard and J.J., pheomenal pieces too, btw!
And the Oscar goes to Andy Lake, the Four Time Champion of the Science Fiction Microstory Contest
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Feb 27, 2016 10:09PM






Just finished reading the latest 3 stories in this month's contest. I'd have never expected the rather spelled-out theme/parametrs would have done such a firstrate job in kickstarting such firstrate stories as many this month. It must be the major themes of loss, of regret, of guilt, of caring and sorrow that these parameters bring forth, but many of these tales are tremendous.

Also, btw, another room-clearing device is the very long post.
On social media, do not snark, do not be longwinded, and do be friendly and respectful.
"This is a promotional device."

btw, Richard's description of the relevant trademark issue sounds straignt-on.

Following Elizebeth's and Andrew's phenomenal edits/beta reads of my novel of the old Berkeley antiwar movement, I have that mostly ready for its polish-edit and copyedit. Then find an agent and/or publisher, I hope; if not, I need to get a formatter/designer for print and ebook versions, get good blurbs, write a release and versions, booksheet, etc., arrange readings if any, and contact whomever I still know in media. And of course the fb, li, blog, etc. stuff. And tweet, presumably ("What would YOU have done to keep US troops from Vietnam?" "Even as LBJ' attacked Hanoi, she cased the bombs stacked in San Jose" "The midnight phoner hissed again; trembling, pregnant, she lowered the receiver," etc.).
Like Andy, I'm meanwhile inundated with paid work--in my case, editing, including of some remarkable books.
Great to hear how many books everyone is working on. Sharon, 3 at once is cool; 8 at once (did I count right?) is remarquable! And Heather, oh yes a graphic novel (or 2, or 3)--tremendous; I love graphic novels, and they sell well too; great you can do the art for this.
Jack, Ronald---haha, those long stories aren't telling you yet but long stories have (some, but no not all) such a propensity for turning into novellas and novels. Long stories can be great, novels or otherwise!
By the way, Elana Gomel's fantasy novel, Tale of Three Cities, is very worth reading; you'll remember her Cinderella story here last year.

On another subject, how many of us here are working on/finishing/soon-publishing a book/books?

Well, as long as the author's permission must be asked first, there's no problem.

And I'd certainly take seriously the response Carrie got from Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future.
Ron, so far I've no reason to think any publisher checks whether stories that appeared in vol 1 (at least) of our anthology have been published. But that might change if we posted them publicly on the contest main page (in fact, I worry when this is done for each story when it wins, on the "help congratulate. . ." page).

Copyright © 2016 Paula Friedman
Of course I don’t expect you to understand.
Ar-Corteix 9 is small, smaller than the Solar System’s Mars or Old Earth’s moon. For Earthlings, for Erigis, even for the fragile-built but deep-lunged folks from Ar-Corteix 3, the atmosphere required dwelling spaces limited to “Domes,” magnetically demarked but hightly vulnerable, susceptible to quick disintegration all the same. Such as from alien attack. And all too soon—I was still a boy then, barely 4 in Earth-years, though I thought myself a “big boy,” much too big to play with a little sister, and that’s part of what you have to understand—all too soon, the aliens came.
They were akin to Slash—the throat-ripping, sac-digesting creatures humans first encountered on the ice-storm planet Hel. But whereas the Slash of Hel had long become our friends, these new creatures saw us (or at least those of us enwrapped and vulnerable in our thin Domes on Ar-Corteix 9) as a cross between a handy mining device for one of their gem-rich frontier asteroids, an expendable form of "cannon fodder," and a possible steak.
They came down.
Came out of the sky, they did, gleaming in their ebon ships and golden uniforms, and I was playing outside, finally left alone, with my Kitsy-Doll that Mom didn’t like to see me with, and dived with it under the plastic toy house and, blessing of blessings, somehow they never looked or sniffed, nor did their drones, and did not find me.
Miree, inside our home, was not so lucky. They were after babes especially, and she was barely 2 Earth-years. Then, as Mom told me often in forthcoming years, they were gone and she too.
You get used to all loss, I guess. I don’t know; you won’t comprehend but there it was. Dad was in the Fighters and, when his ship did not return, Mom put in for Return and we went back to Earth, where I grew up. Grew up, hiked and swam, read olden books, served my military year in Earth’s Sky-Blues, and turned into—believe it!—a professor! Married, two kids—Ria’s a physician, Jon a Force Captain. One day, my Ria came home excited.
“Dad.”
“Yes, lovey.”
“Aunt Miree—I’ve found her.” Oh, they knew the family tales, these kids.
Yet I went cold. “Where is . . .?”
“Outside, Daddy. Here, waiting on the lawn.”
“Why--?” But I walked outdoors to greet her. Tall and slim she was, and eyes aglow and slantlike, mouth slantlike too, and long, much like a Slash, so that the cold stayed with me, yet . . . this was my Miree, my baby sister, and still delicate, a frail-built thing like all of us of Ar-Corteix 3 ancestry, but gleaming now in the proud Sky-Blues of our own Earth, and I rushed to her, my own eyes streaming, “Miree, Miree!”
Then I stared down, bleeding, at my ripped-up arm as Miree turned to slash again, but I saw her dissolve, even as I watched—dissolving all the way up to her thighs, and the paralysis spreading (“painlessly,” we’re told) toward her heart. Beside me, taut-mouthed, Ria and Jon re-sheathed the Lases they’d earned in their own years of Sky-Blues service. “It’s their second wave, Dad,” Jon said. “But Earth Command’s worked it out. Slash planned to go for Earth’s jugular this time, using our own, but they’ve overshot. We are wiping them bloody well out.” And “No third try,” Ria said. “The Sacs won’t be back.” She smiled then, my daughter; I’d not known she could act so cold.
But the tears keep running from my eyes. This creature half-dissolved now on my lawn was still my baby sister. I would’ve pushed her in her wee stroller through our Dome’s green woods. We’d have played in the park. I watched the long mouth drool, the alien eyes go flat. Her tongue protruded; the sac throbbed once. I remembered I’d told her, that chilly Dome morning, “Go play in the house, baby,” and to leave me alone.
I wish I hadn't. I wish it could have been different.

As for insights, your mention of Burgess's Clockwork Orange delighted me, since in fact my writing teacher/mentor at SF State some years ago, William Wiegand, used this novel in showing us ways to instantly immerse a reader in a strange world through, in part, use of its language and imagery!
Thank you again.

Ben, your wrote "Now], if the entry wins the contest and is selected into the collection to be marketed"---whoa/wait, no. The anthology's stories include the winners plus a certain number (generally, 2) selected by the stories' own authors. That's been firm so far in this group. Let's keep this discussion to the issue of the contest's location. Thanks.

Wonder if that clause in enforceable; some contract clauses aren't. And wonder if having a copyright notice on a piece changes the issue.
Wonder how passage of the TTP will affect our copyrights.
Wonder how much changing to someone's website will affect/help with any of these issues--e.g. with web crawlers and e.g. with copyright issues.
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Ben, great discussion of some copyright issues.
Jack and Carrie and others, I'm finishing up a much-edited novel which I'm first shopping to the "majors" and a few small presses, but if it doesn't move fairly quickly shall be publishing myself, in which case I'll need a pub designer/e-formatter/e-marketing pro; you both sound good.