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Impact!

Here today to help celebrate the release of a new anthology.

(No, I’m not in it but I know a lot of the people who are and it’s awesome, so…)

Blurb:

IM * PACT
(noun)

1) One object colliding with another

2) An impinging of something upon something else

3) An influence or effect on something or someone

4) The force of a new idea, concept, technology or ideology

Four definitions to inspire writers around the world, and an unlimited number of possible stories to tell, but only 110 made the final cut.

A difficult choice to be made. An object hurtling recklessly through space. A new invention that will change the world. So many things can impact a life, a society, or a planet.

Impact features 300 word speculative fiction ficlets from across the queer spectrum from the minds of the writers of Queer Sci Fi.

Welcome to Impact.

Author Name: Queer Sci Fi
Publisher: Other Worlds Ink
Release Date: Thursday, July 26 2018
Format: Paperback, eBook
Is This Book Romance?: No
ASN: coming soon
Price: 3.99, 14.99
Story Type: Novella 20k-50k
Word Count: 33,700
Cover Artist: Lex Chase
Genres: sci fi, fantasy, paranormal, horror
Pairings: Some stories are romance, with various pairings

Warnings: This book contains 110 stories of 300 words or less each.

Series Title: Queer Sci Fi’s Annual Flash Fiction Contest
Position (Number) in Series: 4
Necessary to Read Previous Books: No
Other Books in Series Available for Review?: Yes

Series Blurb:
It’s hard to tell a story in just 300 words. Each year we ask writers to take the challenge, turning in stories across the queer spectrum. The rules are simple. Write a complete sci fi, fantasy, paranormal or horror story, include LGBTIQA characters, and do it all with just 300 carefully chosen words.

Excerpt:

Since this book is composed of stories of no more than 300 words, we can’t really do a standard excerpt, so we’re offering you the teaser first lines from a number of stories.

“She’d needed new oil. She felt her joints grow stiff, her muscles grow tight, her follicles thickening. If she didn’t get fresh quarts soon, people she passed would start calling her sir, asking, Where’s your gun?” —Crossville Station, by Nathan Alling Long

“The mallet’s impact on the hard, bright disk shattered the silence in the talking chamber. The resulting deep tone reverberated through the vault, through Saskia, as she fidgeted beside her lover.” —Settled, by Aidee Ladnier

“This is how the world ends, or so they say. From where I’m standing, it simply looks like a rolling darkness as distant lights flicker and die.” —Visitors, by LJ Phillips

“’What have you done?’ The mechanical eyes came to rest on his face, the droning beep sounding loud in the small room.” —Identity and Change, by Jo Tannah

“’Once upon a world, we were the same,’ he said, lifting my hand to his lips; the ground shaking beneath us.” —Impact, by Jack Ladd

“I been a tinker and soothsayer long enough to know this country’s at the cusp of war. They stir up hate easy as breath. And, oh, it pains my soul to see it. “ —Impact of Intervention, by Patricia Scott

“All lives begin with a messy impact of some kind. The crash of zygotes and gametes. Splats of silica gel between cybernetic synapses. Two women slam into each other carrying full cups of coffee.” —Quintessence, by E.M. Hammill

“If I venture far enough into the house, I’ll find my closet.” —The Closet, by K.S. Trenten

“It touched Ligaya when she was a child. Or she touched it. A half-glimpsed shape under her bed.” Mas Mabuti An Answang, by Foster Bridget Cassidy

“Jam zipped down the neon track, feather-light in low gravity. She rocketed forward, a glowing haze in her starred helmet, and shot past the pack. “Space Jammer!” echoed as she neared the line. Time to rack up the points.” —First Bout: Andromedolls Vs. Crotch Rockets, by Ginger Streusel

 

Buy Links:

Amazon Kindle 

Amazon Paperback

Barnes & Noble 

iBooks 

Kobo 

Angus & Robertson

Goodreads 

Giveaway:

Queer Sci Fi is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this tour – enter via Rafflecopter for a chance to win.

About Queer Sci Fi:

At Queer Sci Fi, we’re building a community of sci fi, fantasy, paranormal and horror writers and readers who want a little rainbow in their speculative fiction. We run a great discussion group on Facebook, a twitter feed, and have a website full of useful materials, news, and announcements for readers and writers of queer speculative fiction.

Website 

Facebook Discussion Group 

Facebook Page 

Twitter

 

More Excerpts!
(Because, really, isn’t that the best part?)

The Best Opening Lines
Scott Coatsworth

Good flash fiction starts with a great opening line. Here are a few of them which really hooked us this year:

“I can’t reprimand him for doing what he did. He did it out of love.” —Civil War, by Kevin Klehr

“The pain was immediate. The burning, searing sensation was so overpowering Reina couldn’t tell if it was caused by profound heat or agonizing cold. Every muscle locked, tendons and ligaments stretched to their utmost limits, and she couldn’t even scream.” —Love and Sacrifice, by Bryony Kayn

“In space, silence is your enemy. Silence is loud and quiet all at once. It’s overwhelming and underwhelming. It’s death, and life. But mostly death.” —Cradled in Space, by Tia Liet

“The moment the sour spiciness hit her tongue, Phuong heard her grandmother’s voice in her memory, ‘You can’t rush the kimchi.’” —Brenda Noiseux

“I’ve always said that Death was a close personal friend. I’ve delivered so many clients to his doorstep I should receive a commission.” —Death’s Kiss, by Kethric Wilcox

“She stared at her reflection in the quiet silver of the lake. Hood pulled low, eyes too bright, teeth shining in the moonlight. The pebble left her hand in a shaky throw. It rippled through the surface, ripping it apart.” —Ripples and Regret, by Hannah Henry

“A cold February wind swept across the frozen cemetery ground, piling dead leaves and twigs at the bases of the headstones. On his knees with a large mound of gravesite dirt in front of him, Trent placed his gloved hands on the mound and said, ‘I’m so sorry I had to kill you.’” —Together Again, by Steve Carr

Whet your appetite yet? *grin*

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Sunday Snippet, July 29, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up a bit from last week — Cara is at the front desk, checking out of the motel.

 

The door opened and another man entered. He was tall, well-built, with dark hair and dark eyes, and too well-dressed to be a patron.  

“Miss Hawthorne?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Jonas Blackthorn, the town mayor. I’d heard you were here and wanted to extend my condolences, and offer to assist you in any way I could.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn.” Cara forced a smile around her instant dislike for the man. “News travels fast here.”

“I called him,” Bryan said. “I figured he’d want to know you were here.”

“Indeed I did. I didn’t even know you were coming. Perhaps after things have settled we can go for dinner?”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-28-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

I’m picking up from last week, where Draethlen asked Wellhym if he and Kordelm were lovers.

(For those just tuning in, Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at The Academy of the Accord, and they are lovers. Draethlen is a 10 year old cadet rescued from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.)

“Of course it’s all right that you didn’t like what he did,” Wellhym said. “We don’t like what he did to you either.”

“In fact,” Kordelm said, “that’s probably the reason that we are here instead of with Marsden and our wizards.”

Draethlen tilted his head questioningly and Wellhym chuckled. “Kord got a little… agitated… when Marsden told us what had happened. If we’d gone, I’m sure that your former headmaster would be dying a slow and gruesome death.”

Draethlen glanced at Kordelm: his eyes were flashing in remembered anger and his jaw was clenched, his muscles tight. Seeing Draethlen looking at him, he let out a slow breath. “I did fly off the handle a bit,” he admitted.

“A bit? Marsden thought you were going to turn his chairs into firewood.”

Kordelm shrugged. “I didn’t, though.”

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #187 (7/25/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a ceramic village
a pickle
sunburn

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 22, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week.

The room was moderately clean – if you didn’t look in the bathroom – and briefly Cara considered returning the key and driving another half hour to Clairville, a slightly larger town with better accommodations. Instead, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Jacob.

“I’m here,” she said when he answered.

“Where are you?”

“I have a room at the Starlight Inn, number 106.”

“Get out of there,” he said tersely. Something in his voice sent a chill tingling through her spine. “There’s a whole house here for you where you’ll be a lot more comfortable,” he added more gently. “And a lot safer.”

“All right.” The relief in her voice surprised her. “To tell you the truth, I’m not feeling too comfortable with this place.”

“As well you shouldn’t. Do you need directions? I know you were just a little thing when you left here.”

“I think I can find it. I remember it being on a hill just outside of town.”

“It’s still there,” he said dryly, and she smiled at the humor.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-21-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

I’m picking up from last week, where Draethlen asked Wellhym if he and Kordelm were lovers.

(For those just tuning in, Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at The Academy of the Accord, and they are lovers. Draethlen is a 10 year old cadet rescued from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.)

“There’s something else to consider, too,” Kordelm said, his voice unusually serious as he joined them and sat down next to Wellhym. “You’re young yet, Drae. Some know early on that they are different, and some don’t discover it until they are older.  You have been forced into a position where you had to do things you weren’t even ready to think about yet.”

Draethlen looked at him uncertainly, not sure what he was saying. 

“In short, you are too young, and too… unaware… of what you really want.” Kordelm’s smile was warm and understanding. “It would be very, very wrong for us – for anyone – to take advantage of your confusion.”

Draethlen nodded slowly, turning their words over in his mind. “So, maybe I really don’t…  It’s all right that I didn’t like what he did?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #186 (7/18/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

demons
a pizza party
a missing key

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 15, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week, with Cara checking into a somewhat unsavory motel.

 

“I’d like a room, please.”

“How long do you need it for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a week, maybe just tonight.”

“You alone?”

“I’m here for my grandmother’s funeral.”

“Grandmother’s funeral?”He seemed confused for a moment as he reoriented his opinion of her. “Belle Hawthorne?”

She nodded. “I’m Cara Hawthorne.”

He handed her a key, his demeanor changing. “The room on the end. I’ll make sure not to put anyone in the room next to you so you won’t be disturbed.”

“Thank you.” She pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed him her credit card but he waved it off.

“No charge for you. Your grandmother was loved by just about everyone in town. We’re all grieving with you.”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-14-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

I’m picking up from last week, where Draethlen asked Wellhym if he and Kordelm were lovers.

(For those just tuning in, Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at The Academy of the Accord, and they are lovers. Draethlen is a 10 year old cadet rescued from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.)

Picking up directly from last week’s snippet.

Draethlen forced himself to think. It wasn’t easy when fear seemed to have him paralyzed, but his mind drifted back to the bath house, to the things Wellhym had told him.

“Be-because that wasn’t love,” he said softly. “That was hatred.”

“Exactly,” Wellhym said. “And there’s more.” He leaned forward, looking into Draethlen’s eyes. “Did you want to do what the headmaster made you do?”

 “No. I hated it.” He held Wellhym’s gaze for a long moment. “You – you said that neither of you would ever force someone, that forcing someone – male or female – was wrong.”

Wellhym’s smile was all the praise he needed.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Answer Is

142.

That’s how many words I have for Camp NaNoWriMo so far. And that means I have to write 1572 words per day to finish on time. I can do this! That’s less than the 1667 words per day for NaNoWriMo in November.

Only it’s going to be more than that because I’m not going to get 1572 words written today before I have to go to work. I need to finish this blog post, set up my Rainbow Snippet post for tomorrow, and catch up on last week’s Rainbow Snippet blog hop.

Hopefully I can get some writing done at work tonight. (Maybe even that 1572 words I need to aim for so I’m not falling too much further behind.) I’m going to try, at any rate, and at least I seem to be regaining energy and interest and want to get back to it instead of avoiding it like it’s housework or something.

Outside of that, we’re in for another heat wave this weekend, with temps near 90F so tomorrow we’re going to go look at air conditioners.

Oh, and the grass still needs cut. I just haven’t had time to do it before work. Maybe I can stay up long enough when I get home tomorrow morning to get at least part of it knocked down.

 

 

 

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