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The Secret of Pogopolis Available in New Steampunk Anthology

If you are at all cool, you’re way into steampunk. And as it turns out, I’ve published several stories that could vaguely be considered on the outskirts of that genre. That’s why you should be excited to learn that my story The Secret of Pogoplis, has been reprinted by Beneath Ceaseless Skies in their new steampunk anthology.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies never fails to impress with its commitment to dreamy and imaginative worlds. My own story in this anthology appeared on their pages several years ago (setting off my mad scramble to get an undeserved Campbell award). If you don’t remember, it’s about a city that’s isolated on top of a giant hopping piston leg.

I’m sure the other stories in this anthology are also quite amazing.

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The Web-@nywhere watch blog

For those of you who have seen me sporting the stylish and affordable Web-@nywhere wristwatch, you can see my writeup on the subject at the No Fear of the Future blog. That’s another one of those blogs that I should writing at, but I’m not. Basically, I’m tackling the obligations of the last year in reverse order of importance and not-funness.

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Scenes from Monster Beach at Bourbon Penn

I don’t think I mentioned yet that my story “Scenes from Monster Beach” is available at Bourbon Penn. You can read it for free at the Bourbon Penn website, or you can buy the very affordable paper version which you can see pictured. bourbon penn issue 2

Partially it’s taken this long for me to report about this publication because I was hoping to actually read the other stories in the issue and talk about them too. I read the first issue of Bourbon Penn and I was mightily impressed. But I just haven’t had time to do any reading, because I’m a lame nine-to-fiver now, so I’ll only talk about my story.
Scenes from Monster Beach in Bourbon Penn

“Scenes from Monster Beach” had its origins in a series of notebook scribbles I recorded while camping at Padre Island National Seashore. I sat there on the beach, a Midwesterner overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the ocean and all the nature that surrounded it.

It’s hard to see oil rigs standing on their metal legs in the misty-blue distance and not think of the reptilian giants that might lumber out of the depths to meet them.

I’m glad that this story found a home at Bourbon Penn. It’s Austin-based and part of the growing bizarro fic movement, so you should definitely support it.