Don’t postpone pleasure. These three little words are what’s put me back into blogland.
The ashes of 2009 have settled into the grate and now the brief flame of a new year is flickering.
And it’s starting on a good note for me. In March a short story of mine is being published in a science fiction anthology published by DAW. The collection is called Timeshares (www.amazon.com/Timeshares-Jean-Rabe/dp/0756406153/ref=tmm_pap_title_0) and is edited by Jean Rabe and Martin H. Greenberg. It contains 16 stories about time traveling. My story takes place in the trenches of WWI and includes the poet William Blake.
The cover reminds me of an episode from Dr Who, which is fantastic because it brings back a fond memory of my brother and I hiding behind our grandparents’ couch terrified and thrilled by Daleks, Cybermen, and all the other space monsters.
And I’m also going to plug my good friend Matt Mayo’s new book, Cowboys, Mountain Men & Grizzly Bears (www.amazon.com/Cowboys-Mountain-Men-Grizzly-Bears/dp/0762754311). It’s a collection of 50 gritty tales from the Wild West that will have you wishing you had a bullet to bite.
Whitechapel Gods by S.M. Peters. A steampunk fantasy set in Victorian London where Newtonian gods rule.
XX by the xx. A London band that sound like the Cure, the Velvet Underground, Shelleyan Orphan, Chris Isaak, and the Welsh post-punk band Young Marble Giants. Can’t get enough of them.
In This Light and on This Evening by the Editors. Brilliant third album that makes me think they’ve been listening to a lot of Ultravox.
Manafon by David Sylvian. My favorite songwriter’s new one that is so stripped down to his vocals and the occasional sparse sound. It sounds like the metal skeleton of a train shunting in the bleakest of landscapes. I want to like it but it’s not happening yet.