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Oh, and One More Thing…

Who’s got two months and totally has picture (along with the rest of his talented Clarion 2013 cohort) in this month’s issue of Locus Magazine, like some sort of real-life science fiction/fantasy author? THIS GUY.

That’s me in the center, with the Red Sox shirt and sunglasses. No, not that guy with the sunglasses, that’s Will Kaufman (though you should probably know him, too, because the dude writes the weirdest fucking stories that will absolutely break your heart and blow your mind and he’s kind of brilliant and hilarious and also I love him dearly). I’m the handsome one next to him.

*This month’s issue of Locus also includes features on two of my incredible Clarion mentors, Nalo Hopkinson & Cory Doctorow, as if my handsome mug weren’t reason enough to check it out.

The End

Okay, so clearly I’ve been working on lots of larger writing pieces, which has gotten in the way of my standard Five By Five Hundred writing. But hey, writing is writing, so here’s another short excerpt from a piece I’ve been working, only this one is the very end of the story. So, ya know. Spoilers, sweetie.

“The End of The Story” on Five By Five Hundred

Quantum Fiction!

Here’s a little excerpt from a story I’ve been working on in a few different mediums (I’ve shared a few other snippets, too, if you’d like to piece them together and figure it out…). It’s science-y and physics-y and all timey-wimey, but hopefully it’s at least a little bit enjoyable on its own!

“Quantum Physiology, or The Origins of Nonlinear Molecular Teleportation” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

Ghosts of Boston

Here’s a little excerpt from a larger piece of fiction I’ve been working on, posted over at Five By Five Hundred. It’s completely out of context, but that’s okay; I think it works alright on it’s own.

“Back On The Streets” at FiveByFiveHundred.com

Nonlinear Romance

Today over at Five By Five Hundred, I’ve included a brief excerpt from a short story & play I’m working on about love and time travel, and an endlessly cyclical relationship where both parties start at different times. (and then of course as I type that I think “ah shit, now everyone’s gonna think I’m ripping off of River Song and The Doctor, or I’m trying to re-write The Time Traveler’s Wife. Oh well). There  might be more from the story next week; or, I might do something entirely different. Who knows! (answer: you do, if you’re a time traveler)

“When We First Met (excerpt)” at FiveByFiveHundred.com

The Past, The Present, and The Imperfect Future Walk Into a Bar…

Things have been less than ideal as of late, as my girlfriend’s best friend quite abruptly passed away from an unexpected heart attack at the age of 28. As you can imagine, it’s been a very rough and emotional week.

I could very well fill this blog with my thoughts and feelings on the occasion, but anything factual I would attempt to type would feel disingenuous, so here are a few posts catching up on Five By Five Hundred that were inspired by the situation.

Rest in peace, Crystal Gomes. I guess a light as bright as yours is bound to burn out much too fast.

“Being Tense” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

“The Old Maid on the Bar Stool” (part one) (part two) on FiveByFiveHundred.com

It’s All In The Ears

So apparently there are some people out there who are absolutely disgusted by the sight of attached earlobes. (I assume that these are the same people that experience actual physical revulsion at the sound of the word “moist”) (you know who you are) Still, it got me thinking a bit about bigotry, and the features that people are born with that lead to discrimination.

Thus, instead of stooping to making fun of Jeph Loeb again, I decided to write a short fiction piece about a world in which those with attached earlobes suffer from the same kind of humiliation, discrimination, and hate as some of the more persecuted minority groups today. I guess what I’m trying to say is, attached earlobes is the new Black. I mean, not that — I don’t mean like — I’m not a racist, but — oh, forget it.

“Lobe Lobe Lobe” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise Daoibh

That’s “Happy New Years” in the Irish. Or, more literally, it’s kind of “A Prosperous Year Upon All Of You” but it’s the same gesture.

Anyway, here we are. 2012. You know what that means. I encourage you to live every day like it’s volume 3 of The Invisibles.

(…you *have* read The Invisibles, yes?)

Today on FiveByFiveHundred.com, I weave a fantastical tale about a New Years romance gone horribly, horribly awry, a yarn which may or may not be based on someone whom I actually met at a party this weekend and may or may not have wanted to inflict violence upon because of the incredibly douche-tastic things that s/he may or may have said (“Like, you can totally just tell like a lot about someone if they smoke like American Spirits, right?” OH MY GOD SHUT UP).

Okay. That’s it. I feel better now. I swear.

“Stranger In a Strange Year, or, All-American Spirits” at FiveByFiveHundred.com

And just in case you haven’t read it…

Such a beautiful moment at the end of the world. Gets me every time. *sniff**sniff*