As of last night when I was on my way to a writer's group meeting, I still had not heard any news about my submissions. But, when I arrived home, I had notification that not one, but both of my submissions were accepted for publication!
So, for those of you that are interested, look for my two first published works (beside some poetry and a very naughty story) to appear in the September issue of Eclectic Flash magazine.
The first story is called, The Sentient Soldier, a speculative piece about a spec ops soldier of the future clearing distant planets for industrial use who is endowed with very special training, drugs, and devices, which allow him to follow his killing orders without remorse or guilt. Of course, when all of his external devices fail, he is left with a life or death decision that must come from the pit of his soul. What will he decide?
The second story is called My Mind's Eye, and is a comedic piece about truth in advertising. You see, my main character is seeing a psychic. Well, not really seeing but communicating with online. She disperses his futures in coded messages he cannot understand. Misunderstandings and mayhem ensue until he is finally taught a lesson that affects his own vision of the future.
I'll make a repost just before publication to remind everyone to visit the websight where you can read the stories free through their special online reader, or purchase the magazine just to hold it in your hands.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
When it Rains it Pours
at 6:21:00 AM
I am an old soldier, now reformed to backyard farmer, writer, blogger and aviation systems trainer. Although working on it, I've yet to earn the title of gentleman.
Things that interest me? Writing in numerous genres but mostly suspense, science fiction (speculative) and mystery. Outside of my full-time job, I love everything to do with aquaponic gardening and suburban homesteading. I often blog or post youtube videos about these subjects along with updates on my small typewriter collection, rants about our world's current state of affairs, surviving a zombie apocalypse or the antics of my backyard chickens.