She was a plump housewife with three small children and a sick husband--so what was she doing going out to fight trolls?
Because, she mused as she clutched the ancient family shortsword, I have three small children and a sick husband.
And that's it! That's all I have. And it has a dreadful cliche with the trolls.
So anyway, I decided that the best way to conquer my waiting doldrums is to package up and send off a short story. Therefore, "Petroleum Sunset" (the new title of my hick science fiction) is now on my side table, waiting to embark on its journey to Asimov's.
I hope it does better on its journey than the copy of Starcaster that Lisa tried to send back to me. Check out the tracking history:
Processed, October 09, 2008, 2:27 am, JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099
Processed, October 06, 2008, 3:17 pm, CAPITOL HEIGHTS, MD 20790
Processed, October 04, 2008, 9:48 pm, JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099
Processed, October 01, 2008, 8:00 pm, SPRINGFIELD, MA 01152
Acceptance, September 29, 2008, 12:33 pm, STOW, MA 01775
So it came to Jacksonville, wandered north, then came back south again. What on earth?
Try sending it by dogsled next time. Michelle Moran's publisher sent the ARC for HERETIC QUEEN by bear courier and it's still not here. Luckily, I got the hardcover Michelle mailed ages ago and I'm reviewing that today at Enduring Romance.
ReplyDeleteLove the sentences about the housewife fighting trolls. Go, Mama!
Thanks Kimber! A dogsled just won't work here in Florida. Maybe I can try a gator courier.
ReplyDeleteDogsled has potential - we can put wheels on it as moves south.
ReplyDeleteI too liked the sentence with the housewife fighting trolls - why is it cliche - is it cliche to fight trolls? Guess I'm not up on the cliches.
Thanks! I thought maybe the trolls were a fantasy cliche. Her fighting them is not.
ReplyDeleteI still don't have a story yet. But Petroleum Sunset started with a similar line, so I just need to think about it for a while.