Lightning Strikes Twice
Holy crap. Weird Tales accepted another one of my stories. If there was an emoticon for “capering around room and hooting like a madman”, I’d definitely be using it right now. But there isn’t. I am struck, once again, by the stunted expressive power of emoticons.
The last time I got published was in high school, in the literary magazine. It was called Ladyfair, a sort of heavily-veiled stream-of-consciousness paean to a girl I was infatuated with at the time. I remember that pretty well, but I can’t remember the girl’s name anymore, or what she looked like. My memory routinely betrays me like that — on any given day, I can barely remember what my high school was called, or what color socks I’m wearing, or how many hands I have. But I still remember that story. So my poor leaky brain is capable of holding onto stuff, if it finds it important enough.
The first Weird Tales story, Creature, comes out in March, in the 85th anniversary issue. I think I’m going to remember that, too.
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