The Eastercon Of Doing Things

It has been a while since I last posted and, with Eastercon fast gambolling towards me I felt I really ought to do an update.

Not much to say on the writing front. Much writing is ongoing but no new acceptances. I am building up a nice pile of stories which are either out for consideration or awaiting a fresh tweak after a rejection which hopefully means that I can build a momentum behind me.

The one writing type item of note was that last week Caledonia Dreamin' had a launch/pimping session at The Dick Institute in Kilmarnock, where Chris Kelso, one of the editors, works. It was a very nice wee night with the all important free wine and where I did my first public reading. A very nerve wracking five minutes where I read out the first few sections of my wee story and, I'm pleased to say, no one complained.

Next up on the horizon is Eastercon, which this year is in Glasgow. This makes it much easier to get to but also means I have fallen into the trap of volunteering to do things. Especially foolish as they appear to have pulled together a good programme with plenty I would have enjoyed going to.
Satellite 4 Eastercon Programme

Myself I am running three daft things, Mars Attacks on Friday evening (opposite a Women in Science and Writer's Group panels I would like to see), Spin The Pulsar (opposite a Guest of Honour talk) and How do the get out of that? on the Sunday evening (opposite the BSFA awards and a cocktail tasting).
I also hope to attend the Newcon Book (opposite an interesting sounding panel on Sherlock Holmes) launch to celebrate several people getting published (and cadge free wine) and Planet Scotland (opposite the Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre) a reading by some local writers of note.

I may also go to the bar.

This is more planning in advance of an Eastercon than I have done in quite some time and hopefully indicative of a fine convention.

Anyhoos, I hope I shall post again soon, and not about conservatory maintenance woes. Perhaps I will see you in the Eastercon bar. Drink the Real Ale, it is lovely.

Happiness personified

Me with my copies of Caledonia Dreamin' and Oomph. Mostly posting this so I can look back, remind myself that publication is a joyous thing and then get on with some tedious editing.

They're dead good books though, you should buy them.

The Return of the Pulp-O-Mizer

It turns out that anthologies are like buses. You wait for ages and then two turn up at once.

Today the TOC for Oomph got announced and so, by way of celebration, I've been farting around on the Pulp-O-Mizer site again.

So, coming soon in Oomph is;

and in Caledonia Dreamin';

Caledonia Dreamin'

Not posted here in a while due to mucking about with a novel length piece of nonsense and so not much happening.
(Actually, I've been watching too much Doctor Who in the run up to the 50th anniversary but I like to fool myself I have a reason for not writing so much short fiction at the moment)

Anyhoo, the reason I am here is that the rather wonderful cover for Caledonia Dreamin' has been shown to the world here

Isn't it gallus?

I'm really looking forward to reading this, so many interesting and new words from funny foreign places like Lanarkshire and Fife and the like.

But first, I must go and write more, just as soon as I have caught up with Doctor Who.

The cracking cover for Morpheus Tales Apocalypse Special Read the first couple of stories so far and I've really enjoyed them.
By the way, they have a discount on today should you feel like purchasing.

But no matter how good that cover is, it won't stop me Pulp-O-Mizing my own one.

The Greatest Pulp Stories Ever Told

So yesterday I was introduced to the Pulp-O-Mizer and did spend far too much time making up silly pulp covers. So, by way of putting something up here, have a spoof for the story I had in Sein und Werden (their actual cover is much nicer)

And then, because I am having too much fun with it, have another one for the thing I am currently mucking about with.