Score: an SFF symphony is a series of stories arranged to an emotional score. So, the first story focuses on longing and joy, the 4th story focuses on curiosity and respect, the 14th story focuses on hatred and fun, etc. Each story linked to the next like notes in a musical score. Interesting, no?
My story focuses on boredom and tension — yes a story about boredom, but hopefully not boring!
Here is the short interview I did about writing the story:
“…Dear Dr. Hanover,
I am writing on behalf of the Octopus bimaculoides in your office aquarium whom you call Suzy. The water is too warm. Please reduce the temperature to 18℃. She would greatly appreciate it.
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My story “Countdown” is in the Reading 5×5 Anthology.
The Reading 5×5 anthology = 5 genres X 5 stories = 25 stories by 25 writers, plus lots of extras for writers and readers alike. I’m honored to be a part of it.
It was a labor of love for everyone involved. All proceeds go to the Clayton Memorial Medical Fund.
When I woke up that morning, Akayla wasn’t at her post. She should have been monitoring the rhodium miners and scanning the maps for possible new mining locations. We had automated systems for that, but sometimes the automated systems were wrong and human input allowed us to catch costly mistakes. Redundancy was important. Redundancy was what made the whole mining operation work. She knew that. When I checked the monitor I learned that she was outside home base, approximately 115 meters SW. She did not respond to com. Continue reading Redundancy
O’Grady sits in the armchair with the reading lamp on. The clock tells him it is 10:45, and the light from the window tells him it is morning. The armchair is new, bought just a few weeks ago, and so it puzzles him that the armrests are threadbare. They don’t make them like they used to. Continue reading Troubled Water
“We give thanks for the sun, whose energy feeds this great Earth, which, in turn, feeds us.
“We give thanks for the ocean, whose purple waters support our many-limbed body, providing the bed on which we sleep and the
platform on which we work.
“We give thanks for the pale green sky whose beauty inspires us even as it protects us from harmful cosmic radiation…”
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After 421 years guarding the graveyard without much happening, I got sleepy, so I took a nap. Big mistake.
I’m not sure how much time passed. What did I miss? Other than the usual, that is: vines knotting the graves, roots digging into earth and stone, moss growing, oak leaves rotting, worms and slugs and rabbits and foxes foraging for food, earthquakes and thunderstorms and bright sunny days too. Life and death and everything in between. Continue reading Everything in between