by
Ernest Hogan
We're
in bit of timewarp here. I'm writing this as a get ready to spend
the bulk of the weekend going over my lecture notes for the master
class in science fiction writing I'll be teaching at UC, Riverside's Writers Week. By the time you read this, I'll be back home resting
from delivering Ancient Chicano Sci-Fi Wisdom. Spacetime can be a
bitch.
2015
hit the ground running, and is stampeding across the planet. I'm
hanging of for dear life, wondering where it's going to go. Where
ever we end up, it's gonna be wild ride.
Just
in January, I had three stories accepted:
“Where
Civilizations Goe to Die,” another adventure of Victor Theremin,
the AI-aided science fiction writer who's lost track of where his
life ends and the sci-fi begins, will appear Bewildering Stories.
“Flying
Under the Texas Radar with Paco and Los Freetails,” in which Paco
Cohen, Mariachi of Mars escapes the planet has been officially
accepted by Latino/a Rising.
“Guerrilla
Mural of a Siren's Song,” the story that exploded into my novel
Cortez on Jupiter will be one of the Stories for Chip: A Tribute to Samuel R. Delany.
And you can now read the first chapter of Cortez on Jupiter, free, on line!
To
further complicate things, my wife uncovered a big box of my old
sketchbooks while cleaning out the garage. All that crazy artwork may
actually come in handy.
Ernest Hogan knows where his life ends and the science fiction begins, and
is not being helped or studied by any artificial intelligences . . .
as far has he knows.
3 comments:
Lots of good news, but there are so many typos in this, sir, I found it difficult to read.
Now I see the typos. I'll deal with them later. Got a lot of running around to do today. This a crazy year.
Message from headquarters: Info encoded in typos received.
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