Nothing underscores quite how behind I’ve gotten with my reading, as much as the new Black Static dropping onto the doormat before I’ve even finished with the last one. Yes, I confess my shame.
It’s to do with a busy schedule, I would stress, rather than any particular flaw in this issue. My reading is apparently quite heavily reliant on the two hours daily that I spend commuting to work. A sizable chunk, in fact, of my life has been spent in the company of the pages ofBlack Static on trains, over the years. And it can get damn spooky on a rickety late night London Bridge to Brighton, with only cutting edge short horror for company.
Interzone time again! Emerging form a sea of top quality science-fiction, I slump over to the blog to tap out my review, fingers humming with words ingested and brain rolling with ideas masticated.
Yes, I realise that I missed out #245 in my mission to promote what is (in this blogger’s humble opinion) the finest print SF magazine currently active, but I’m going to chalk that one up to the stresses and distractions of the big move.
I’m usually suspicious of a run of good luck. It’s part, I suspect, of being a massive cynic. I always worry that it’s the quiet before a storm of ill-fortune.
But cloudy horizons or not, the skies are clear for me at the moment, so I might as well enjoy the sun whilst it’s shining.
Yes, I have had another short story acceptance. My science-fiction short story “I Have Heard the Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” has been accepted by Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine for publication in issue 60, January 2014.