I’m attending the Muse and the Marketplace writing conference at the Park Plaza in Boston at the beginning of April. The Muse is billed as “the number one writing conference in North America” with over 140 well-known authors and “more than 800 people on some 100 panels.”
I wanted to put in a plug for GrubStreet. From their website:
“GrubStreet is one of the nation’s leading creative writing centers. We believe that narrative transforms lives, builds bridges, and produces empathy. By rigorously developing voices of every type and talent and by removing barriers to entry, GrubStreet fosters the creation of meaningful stories and ensures that excellent writing remains vital and relevant.”
I’ve attended a few of their free workshops in the past. I finally decided this week to become a member.
From Helltown Chronicles:
The market 365 Tomorrows has accepted and published my flash fiction story Five Bottles today.
Pleasantly surprised to see Big Table publisher Robin Stratton keeps a copy of my novel, “The Winship Affair” (Blue Mustang Press) on her book shelf.
I’ve produced the third in a series of Rambo vignettes entitled “Ambush” and am shopping it around. The 1,360-word fictional piece is set in a dystopian near-future in which regional wars fought by both human and alien mercenaries abound.
… the Rambos are the meanest, orneriest, most despicable form of life in the galaxy. They fight for Black Scorpion, Limited. Unlike the human mercenaries they fight alongside with, the Rambos fight for one reason and one reason only—for blood sport. Money don’t mean shit to them.”
“Do they speak English?” a soldier asked.
“They speak better English than you, Janson.”
A few chuckled.
“Most of them are multilingual. I met one that spoke sixteen different Earth languages. They’re smart mothers. They’re big. And they’re afraid of nothing. If they kill you, they’ll take your scalps or your thumbs for souvenirs. The good news is, they bleed and die just like us. So, make sure they die first.”
After a moment, someone said, “If you call that yellow puke they have in ’em blood…”
Behold, proud spider /
Web in our condo window /
You’re gonna starve in here!