January 16, 2013

The Colored Lens

The newest issue of The Colored Lens is out, and it has a me story in it!


This is one of my oldest SF stories, written while in my MFA program, submitted to Clarion West as an application story, revised a zillion or more times (or, like, five). For most of this story's existence it was the story without an acceptable ending: first it was the ill-fitting happy ending, then the much-too-dark depressing ending. No one who read it could figure out how to bring it to a close. Have I succeeded this time? You be the judge.

The story after mine in the issue is by my Clarion West sister Kris Millering. It was also the story she submitted for application. I just read it and it made me a little teary. I'm pleased that our stories live in adjacent rooms in this magazine, just like we did in that big old sorority house.

Anyway, go buy the issue. It's $2.99, and her story alone is worth that. Consider mine (and all the rest) an added bonus.

January 09, 2013

The year has landed

It's a week or so into 2013. The holiday haze is fading. The days are getting imperceptibly longer. And I've received the first rejections of the year. Yay?

I've made some housekeeping changes to this, my webhome, too. I finally got myself a big-girl domain, www.eskaftun.com. So far it seems to have increased traffic, even without me doing anything. Weird. But don't forget the "e"--if you do you'll go to the personal webpage of a Norwegian cousin of mine. Go ahead and visit it if you like pictures of (charming, lovely) blonde children and/or can read Norwegian.

I've also added an "editing" tab above. You may have noticed that I'm into words. I like to make stories out of them, for sure. But I'm also a skilled editor, particularly of the copyediting/proofreading variety. If you need someone to make your words and punctuation conform to the "rules" and conventions of the English language, consider choosing me. Seriously. I rock at sentence-making.

Or: "Crabby copy editor does not like your copy edits."

And with that, I'm going to go make some sentences of my own, throw them into a sack, shake it, and hope a story falls out.