October is a month of many things – cooling weather, falling leaves, and pumpkin everything, including pumpkin beer, which I happen to be enjoying right now. If you’ll allow me to digress for a moment: I’ve been on a bit of quest this fall to compare the various pumpkin beers out there. So far, I’d have to say Elysian’s Night Owl Pumpkin Ale and River Horse’s Hipp-o-Lantern are topping my list (in case you were looking for a recommendation). Night Owl is a bit subtler, and River Horse more direct. The currently-being-consumed Southampton Publick House Pumpkin Ale is touch too heavy on the spice, though for another subtler choice, I will also recommend Southern Tier’s Pumking Ale.
Hmm. I seem to have gotten off-track a bit. Yes, October. It also happens to be the month where I have quite a bit of fiction making its way into the world all at once. Two such offerings appeared over the weekend, and if all goes according to plan, two more should appear later this month.
Earlier this month, my latest Women to Read: Where to Start post went live, focusing on women writing superhero fiction. And lo and behold, the next day, an acceptance letter landed in my inbox for a superhero story! Love Letters Found in a Secret Fortress is now live at AE The Canadian Science Fiction Review, and I quite like the artwork they’ve paired with it. Oddly enough, the two superhero stories I’ve written thus far have both found homes with Canadian publications. This one even came out on the weekend of Canadian Thanksgiving, which is another thing that happens in October. (No point, just a random observation.)
The second story to appear over the weekend is a Lovecraftian tale in the anthology Whispers from the Abyss. The anthology, available for the Kindle, is designed specifically for short bursts of reading, commuters going to and fro, people grabbing a few moments to read on their lunch break, folks standing in line, and so on, which I think is a wonderful idea. My contribution, Chasing Sunset, contains a fair bit of swearing, as evidenced by the excerpt below. So, if you’re easily offended, you probably have no business here.
Just short of six p.m., I’m chasing sunset fifteen miles out of Coppertown. Which is the dead fucking middle of nowhere in case you’re wondering. The road’s near empty, the tank, too, but I’m running flat out, trying to put as many miles between me and uncertain doom as possible.
At least I have a few tricks up my sleeve. The briefcase riding shotgun is full of some of the baddest mojo there is – Black Goat of a Thousand Young type shit. Shit to end the world.
See, the Old Man’s hunting. And, as luck would have it, he’s my old man. He’s dying and, consequently, doing his best to call me home.
The briefcase is my countermeasure. Fight fire with fire, they say.
You can read the rest in Whispers from the Abyss, along with stories by Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Tim Pratt, Nick Mamatas, and many more. Happy Thanksgiving, all!