So, this is sort of a weird and unexpected development. The story I sent out back in January didn’t make the cut for the magazine. (At this point, I’m using this story to take a break from the stories I’m using as a break from…You know what? Forget it. I’m just doing this thing right now, and then I’ll do something else. It’s too confusing otherwise.)
While I’m disappointed that the story didn’t make it in–I had been looking forward to working with this particular editor–I’m not unhappy with the story. It has space whales. I mean, that’s the best way to describe something very large in open space, making unusual noises and encountering unwary ships.
Rather than send it out for another round, I shined it up and I’m publishing it myself. It should be out next week; I’ll keep you updated. In the meantime, wanna see?
When investigating a disturbance in unexplored, unclaimed space, a desensitized space miner discovers something very live and very large that might doom her…or save her from another unseen threat.
Space whale. I told you this singing comet story would end up doing something to my brain. It’s not mermaids, but close enough.
