In Print, July 2018 (and Progress) Addendum

In the weeks I’ve been down two anthologies have been released featuring my work. From B Cubed press, find my piece Hellrider in the collection Afterthe Orange, politically-themed SF for troubled times. (Will see if I can upload a better image!)

And from “A Murder of Storytellers” you’ll find my story The Moth and the Candle in the anthology Dies Infaustus, a collection of nautically-themed horror/dark fantasy pieces.

Both are well worth a look!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

Blog's Back Up, Now!

Apologies for the blog being a bit quiet lately! There were some technical issues – basically I lost the ability to sign into the standard blog – view it no bother, but sign in ceased to work so the blog became un-editable. This is common, apparently, among older blogs, when password confusion sets in, and I ran afoul of something similar, the old Google umbrella app situation causing conflicts. The slightest (unwitting) change in the global setting and the local password was compromised.

Well, salvation was at hand – there was an old version of the blog abandoned as soon as it was started due to other global problems, and I went back into that, found it editable, and over two days migrated the entire contents of the old blog into it. 81 posts, including every illustration, completely rebuilt, the only difference being that the posts are all now on a common upload date, and each is annotated with the original date of publication. The month of July 2018 contains all previous posts – confusing, maybe, but that’s as good as it’s going to get.

There are changes in the wind, a new visual layout/scheme and there’ll be a quick-link column to the right, under the posts list, displaying the covers of all my published work, so you’ll have rapid access to either free reads or point-of-sale.

Plenty of new posts to come, there’ll be book reviews and heads-up notice of new releases.

For those who have bookmarked my blog, please note the address is now very slightly different!

Stay tuned!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

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In Print, July 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Sunday 1^st July, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Just released, catch my “Middle Stars” piece The One that is All in the latest edition of Outposts of Beyond, from Alban Lake. Print or digital editions, click here.

Also, a few days ago my “Middle Stars: The Colonial War” short “Elusive Target” was shortlisted at NewMyths, and there should be a decision by October.

I recently made my 925^th submission, so I’m closing in on that thousand! I still have over seventy pieces on submission, though new material has been slower in appearing this year than last.

Cheers,

Mike Adamson

In Print, June 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Tuesday 19^th June, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

June 20^th will always be a sombre day for me, as it’s a year today I lost my Mom. I wish she could have lived to see the strides I’ve made as a writer, I’ll always regret that she has not had the pleasure of enjoyong developments as they came about.

Releasing today is the anthology Wavelengths, an SF collection focussing on modes of communication, from JayHenge Press. The volume features my story Sing to Me, the Alien Said, one of my “Tales of the Middle Stars” opus. It’s available in ebook and print editions through Amazon USand Amazon UK.

The anthology After the Orange, featuring my story Hellrider, is coming out shortly, final proofs have been seen, so watch this space for links.

Here’s the link to the Nature/Futures blog with my discussion of Masques (see entry for May 30^th):

Here’s the cover of the edition containing the story:

And here’s the free online archive of the story itself.

Nature, in print and electronic editions in a variety of languages, is estimated to reach eight million readers, and it’s quite a thrill to imagine science professionals all over the world turning to the inside back page and browsing the week’s SF outing!

Cheers,

Mike Adamson

In Print, May 2018 (and Progress) Addendum

This post was first uploaded on Friday 25^th May, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

I’ve never before needed to do two “in print” pieces in the same month but I think the news is worth it. Masques is appearing in the edition of Nature due on the 31^st – I’ve approved a proof copy of the page and am absolutely delighted with it. I’ve penned an entry for their blog discussing the motivations for the piece, and will provide a link as soon as it comes available.

Also at the proof stage is Hellrider for the anthology After the Orange, a volume of socio-political commentary tales for our troubled era.

In other news, Alban Lake Publishing are picking up my ghost novella The Last Train to Deakin Valley, a 23, 000-worder set in the Peak District of Derbyshire. At this length it’ll be under its own cover, a stand-alone release, my first so far (and I trust not the last!) I should have more details soon.

And Heroic Fantasy Quarterly have my sword and sorcery piece “The Dreamer in the Dark” under short-list consideration, for which I have my fingers tightly crossed.

Cheers, Mike Adamson

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In Print, May 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Friday 4^th May, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Appearing just a few days late is Lovecraftiana Vol.3 No.1, featuring my story Arcanum Miskatonica, a fiendish event in the cloisters of modern day Miskatonic Uuiversity, Arkham, Massachusetts. This is my fourth appearance in the magazine over their nine issues to date, making me a semi-regular contributor. Click here to order.

Also just put is Bloodbond for May, 2018, from Alban Lake, a specialist vampire magazine, featuring my Lucinda Crane adventure Stalking Nemesis. This one was meant to appear in the edition six months ago but was postponed to this current volume. Print and digital editions available, click here to order.

A couple of placements have come in over the last 24 hours, the anthology Temporal Fractures: (Mis)adventures in Time, published by Specul8 in Queensland, picked up my piece With Scientific Detachment, for a planned December release. However, the best news in a while is that my flash short Masques has been picked up by Nature Futures. Futures is the science fiction feature in the back page of the great biological sciences journal Nature, and they pay a very handsome professional rate. I could not be more thrilled!

UPDATE --

The anthology Dies Infaustus, from 'A Muder of Storytellers'  has picked up my short story The Moth and the Candle, one of the peripheral tales to my Ocean saga, begun long, long ago but hopefully with a future I can build toward. That's two which have found homes so far!

The Chronos Chronicles has at last been released, this was one of my earliest acceptances, from late 2016, a time travel piece titled The Winds of Time. You can order the paperback here.

Cheers, Mike Adamson

Recently Read: “The Zhukov Briefing” by Anthony Trew

This post was first uploaded on Wednesday 2^nd May, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

From the perspective of a troubled 21^st century it’s often interesting to look back on earlier chapters of turbulent history – Alastair Maclean’s Ice Station Zebra is a classic, evoking the Cold War of the 1960s in a taut, exciting package, and standard against which many are judged to this day. There have been more espionage thrillers written and filmed than you can shake a stick at, they became very much a sub-genre in their own right, and the South African writer the late Anthony Trew (1906 – 1996), while his first forte was perhaps the sea in general, made an interesting contribution with his 1975 outing The Zhukov Briefing.

I know Trew’s work from my early exposure, e.g., Death of a Supertanker (1978), which I read in the 1980s, but I was never able to collect as many of his novels as I would have liked, and on a recent foray into the state’s biggest book exchange I happened upon The Zhukov Briefing, in the Fontana edition I am most familiar with from those days.

Some may recall the prolonged dramas in the Baltic in the 1990s as the Swedish military scoured their coastal waters for Soviet submarines lying close inshore, presumably conducting espionage, so this novel, written twenty years earlier as a work of fiction, is somewhat prescient. It features a Soviet ballistic missile submarine going aground on the Norwegian island of Vrakoy, and the political and espionage wrangles surrounding it during the week before Russian salvage teams can refloat it. Not just any boat, of course, but the newest, biggest and most secret, thus the Russians’ haste to downplay its importance and the West’s rush to score an intelligence coup, through the abduction of a Russian officer and a clever attempt to offload blame by trying to convince him he had been taken by Chinese agents.

Clearly, Trew is at his best when writing about the sea itself and the technology with which humans tackle it. The opening chapters, describing the Zhukov getting into difficulty on her cruise from Leningrad to Murmansk via the Baltic and Norwegian Seas, are the most compelling part of the book, as once the submarine has been safely grounded to save her from doing down (an explosion in the forward torpedo room compromised her hull) the narrative changes character. It becomes a series of initiatives executed by a plethora of characters, enough for it to become a little difficult at times to remember who’s who, and the pace and conviction of the opening section is never quite recovered. The Russian captain, so central to events at the beginning, is quite forgotten by the end. However, the tiny island and its isolated community is brought to life well, such that one can visualise it easily.

As a picture of the espionage community over forty years ago it is an interesting window on the past – this is the age before personal computers or mobile phones, telex was in use (a predecessor to fax), when aircraft designed in the 1950s remained in service, and World War II was in easy living memory – one character had been a Quisling, a Norwegian Nazi collaborator, for instance. Either Trew runs askew on some technical details or the typset introduced errors (the presentation of the text features a fair few typographical problems), “Lockheed SR-1A operating from the Keflavik Air Base,” is clearly a typo for SR-71, but they operated out of Beal AFB in California, and did not land during missions, refuelling as often as necessary. Perhaps this was not fully appreciated in 1975. Narrative is neither as flowing nor as tidily trimmed as is typically demanded these days, but he flourishes when evoking the Arctic seaways.

It’s an entertaining read if you can get your thinking gear around the dozens of characters coming and going, and there are some clever twists toward the end. If you’re in the mood for an historical thriller and fancy some steel-and-salt-water, this one stands up well 43 years on.

Cheers, Mike Adamson

Recently Read: “A Ravel of Waters” by Geoffrey Jenkins

This post was first uploaded on Friday 30^th March, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

I became a fan of South African sea novelist the late-Geoffrey Jenkins in my late teens/early 20s, when my fascination with all things marine and submarine blossomed – not many years before I learned SCUBA diving and went to work with dolphins for an all-too brief period. I collected the classic Fontana editions with the brilliant Chris Foss wraparound covers and thoroughly enjoyed them. But a few I was never able to grab, and recently found a mint copy of his 1981 novel A Ravel of Waters at a truly amazing second hand book dealer.

                           

South Africa, as a country bordered by three oceans, has produced a number of noteworthy sea-writers, Anthony Trew and Wilbur Smith amongst them. Jenkins wrote principally about the sea, with a military espionage/thriller twist. His first novel, A Twist of Sand was published in 1958 and over the following twenty years he produced some epic adventures set around the stormy coasts of his native Africa, and in the Southern Ocean which fascinated him. Some would say he was somewhat written out by the 1980s, his 1984 outing Fireprint I remember struck me as a bit forced, lacking the creative spark of his earlier work.

A Ravel of Waters was hailed as a long-awaited comeback piece, and I enjoyed his dramatic turn of phrase when describing the wild Southern Ocean, one of his favourite localities for drama (see especially the brilliant Scend of the Sea and Southtrap). The story features the then-current technical proposal to bring back sail power for commercial carriers, and do so with space-age flair, hi-tech materials, computerised control, critical design developed with wind-tunnel experimentation to get far more power from sails than was ever dreamed of in the golden age. The experimental tallship Jetwindis on her maiden proving voyage, the vital leg of which is from Argentina to South Africa, through the turmoil of the far south. One can sense the writer’s enthusiasm when discussing the mechanics of re-imagined sail power, he is at his most passionate when bringing the vessel to life.

In 1981, the political situation down there revolved around Argentina’s claim to the Falkland Islands, which erupted into war the following year. The novel takes place in the period of unrest between Britain and Argentina, though the Galtieri regime is not mentioned by name, nor does the name of Thatcher appear anywhere. This was also deep in the Cold War and the east-west tensions of the period form the over-riding background, that sees an Argentine extremist and his cadre ally themselves with the Soviet Union in preparation for a Falklands incursion with Russia’s tacit support, involving taking over the Jetwind as a political pawn.

The hero is Peter Rainier, a young solo yachtsman who has just crossed the same stretch of ocean in another hi-tech sailing vessel. This prompts him to be offered command of Jetwind after her skipper dies in a mysterious accident, and the vessel’s Argentinian first officer puts her about to Port Stanley in the Falklands where she is laid up for reasons no one can determine. An Argentine warship is dispatched to impound the ship, but Rainier gets them to sea in a hair-raising night escape. The first officer must of course hijack them, and takes them to a rendezvous in mid-ocean where a Russian naval contingent is using a vast grounded iceberg as a secret harbour. The iceberg known as Trolltonga was a genuine object, the largest ever observed to that time, it calved from Antarctica in 1965 and its last remnants melted in the latitudes of New Zealand in 1978; Jenkins used it with artistic license as the locality for his finale some years after that date.

The First Officer, Grohman, comes across fairly manic, as might be expected, but somewhat cardboard in his bad-guy-ness. One must remind oneself, no one on this ship is over 28 years of age, not even those ex-Navy and secret service, and it is a little difficult to relate to men of determination and action who are half one’s years. Ships at sea typically benefit from the experience of many years at the senior level, and though the circumstances are somewhat extenuating, it’s very youth-oriented.

The romantic interest comes between Rainier and the sailmaker, Kay Fenton, a romance which blossoms somewhat haphazardly, crystallizing when Kay goes overboard in a fall from the yards and is rescued by the skipper in a small-boat action. However, Jenkins’ age certainly plays a part in his expression – he was 61 when this book was published and when it comes to romantic dialogue he has twenty-somethings speaking in the vernacular of the 1940s – few young, dynamic types in 1981 called each other “darling.”

I feel Jenkins underplayed the ending. Short sentences are a fairly transparent device to imply pace, and his staccato narrative jars against his smooth expression earlier in the book. The closing chapters would have been too late to introduce new characters, so the Soviet naval squadron remains impersonal, mere background to the conflict of the principals. The action is at least a little contrived – times and distances are mysteriously ignored – are we dealing with fifty metres or five hundred? We have a few minutes before everything blows up, can a man in a survival suit really swim X distance in the time available? Can a cold water survival suit really cushion a man against a fall from the heights, inside a cylindrical metal mast? And so forth.

The Russian naval flotilla is blown sky high during an operation to refuel from a special reserve sunk on the oceanic bank which had grounded the berg – somewhat convenient, perhaps, yet Jenkins mysteriously underplays the episode. Perhaps we are inured to vast SFX sequences in Hollywood blockbusters, the sort of imagery this novel cries out for, but the visuals of the narrative fall short by today’s expectations.

Overall, A Ravel of Waters was an entertaining read, at its best when rhapsodizing about the mechanics of sail propulsion and the lonely, terrifying reaches of the Southern Ocean. If you enjoy a pacy thriller with action and exotic locales, and can overlook the odd shortcoming in dialogue and narrative, it’s well worth a look, and the international tensions of the pre-Falklands War period are interesting to look back on from nearly four decades hence.

Cheers, Mike Adamson.

When Research is Fun: Peter Ackroyd’s London, the Biography

This post was first uploaded on Sunday 25^th March, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Maybe it takes a geek, nerd or dweeb to revel in a textbook, but we do exist and sometimes textbooks are a joy. I’m not talking calculus, nor French syntax, though I’d warrant there are mathematicians and linguists who would get a real charge from them. I’m talking more from the standpoint of a history buff who scans for writing inspiration, and recently had the pleasure of working through 800+ pages of delight.

Peter Ackroyd’s London, the Biography is not strictly a textbook, of course, but a popular volume: one of my most enjoyable reads in a long time. It was picked up in a book exchange for me last year by my family, and when I finally got around to tackling the intimidating brick of a book, I discovered a lively, light-scholarly text so packed with fascinating information it amazed at the turn of every page. This is Ackroyd’s academic field, his works are numerous and I will be on the lookout for others. As a Brit ex-pat I have an enduring interest in my mother-country, and have visited London on a few occasions. The city as a focus of historic development, of empire and a crossroads of the world is a story of almost unimaginable scope; Ackroyd traces human habitation on the site from the Bronze Age to the present day, though the volume, while trending from the ancient to the modern, is not in fact arranged chronologically, but by topic areas.

Fascinating information, facts and figures, spill from its pages. Past ages are brought to life through the words of those present from Roman times onward, and the city is seen as a separate entity from the country around it. The city remained, snug inside its Roman walls, throughout Late Antiquity, when Britain returned to a largely tribal state and the few civitates struggled to preserve the order of Imperial times within their own boundaries. Yet Londinium remained, prospered, spread and sprawled, and was rebuilt many times. The city burned over and over, the great fire of 1666 is the one best recorded by history, but it was merely one of many in the ages when flammable structures crowded close in rookeries and warrens.

Every topic is covered – religion, civic planning, architecture, ethnicities and immigration, the royal seat, trade and empire, ancient and modern warfare, pollution, transport, sewerage, technical innovation, art, literature, disease, crime and punishment, the horrors of the old prisons – I never knew the gallows at Tyburn were designed to hang 24 at once…

A fair few stories suggested themselves to me as I worked through the book, and I wrote up notes for some. The volume provides an extensive bibliography so the sources for further reading on specifics are there. As a window on the London of medieval, Tudor, Elizabethan, Cromwellian, Georgian and Victorian times, this book is remarkable, bringing the ages to life both with direct citation and a pithy and perceptive interpretation of the ocean of records which still exist.

Under the streets of London are the cities of the past, and it is amazing to discover that there are streets which have followed the same course for over a thousand years. Layer upon layer of foundations can be located, Roman relics are common, and throughout the city one may chart waves of development and redevelopment, the poor in the industrial warrens of the east, the wealthy in the swank suburbs of the west, while south of the river burgeoned in crime and squalor from the 1600s onward. And what about the old London Bridge? A marvel of medieval engineering, a castle-like span bearing over 100 buildings, many four stories tall, which lasted until only a few hundred years ago – what a feat for the age!

Similarly, the people of the past are brought to vivid life, with verbal portraiture of the maladies of congested urban life – the effects upon people of vast population and great want. London was known as the deepest pit of poverty, filth and disease in Western Europe, and possibly the world, European travellers were appalled by the conditions they encountered. Yet every voice is heard, from guildsmen of Chaucer’s day to the journals of Samuel Pepys (his eye witness account of the great fire is especially evocative), the writings of Charles Dickens and his contemporaries, a host of civil commentators throughout the ages – too many to enumerate, but all serving to bring history to life.

If, like me, you enjoy history for its own sake, with or without the archaeological perspective, and have any affinity for Britain, I thoroughly recommend London, the Biography. It was my bedside companion for some two months and I have not reshelved it yet – it is so natural to pick it up and immerse myself in history for just a little longer!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

In Print, March 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Sunday 4^th March, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

I’m delighted to start off the month with my very first podcast! My fantasy short Devotions (first published in 2013 in the online mag Spirit & Spell) was picked up by Centropic Oracle and the podcast went live on March 2nd. Read by Charly Thomas, it’s a nice seven-minute listen. Interestingly, though I did not specifically describe the first-person narrative character, CO has interpreted the protagonist as female, while it has always been male in my own mind, and indeed was illustrated male for S&S.

Listen to the podcast right here.

Also going live is the promotional blog at Flame Tree Publishing for their next pair of anthologies going on release, and I scored a placement with Endless Apocalypse for my SF short Flight of the Storm God, one of my “Post-Habitable Earth” stories. The blog showcases author Q&As, and you can catch my commentaries on this and the next instalment with regard to my piece.

A rather special accolade came my way recently, as my story Hostile Intent, which appeared in Compelling Science Fiction #10, has received a first-round nomination for this year's Hugo Awards in the Best Novelette category. Of course, this means very little, as those which become official nominees are the five stories in each category which garner the most overall votes, and it's doubtful the story will have enough exposure to draw that kind of attention. There again, if anyone reading this is a member of the World Science Fiction Society and eligible to vote, you know which story I hope you'll vote for!

Update:

The second round promo blog for Endless Apocalypse went live on 8/3/18, you can read it here.

And on the same day I picked up my seventh simultaneous shortlisting (a new personal best), my historic-horror tale "The Moth and the Candle" has passed first readers at the anthology Dies Infaustus.

On March 14th an eighth short-listing came up; this time my "Middle Stars" piece "The Dreaming Giants" is currently held for further consideration at Aurealis. Definitely a new record!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

Further Progress

This post was first uploaded on Monday 19^th February, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Since my last post I’ve had a run of success (droughts and monsoons seem to go in cycles…) and I have some new placements to record here.

Lovecraftiana have taken another story from me, Arcanum Miskatonica, for the Walpurgisnacht, 2018 edition. This is a modern day story which sees the shadow of terrible things stir in the ivy cloisters of a certain New England university.

The political anthology After the Orange has accepted my dystopian piece Hellrider, which looks at the horrors of facist America in the decades ahead.

Also on the future political theme, my SF vengeance piece Hunters in the Maze was picked up for the anthology Unrealpolitik, from Jay Henge – my third piece with them.

And finally, my “Middle Stars” piece On the Shoulder of a God placed today with Selene Quarterly, sister publication to Helios Quarterly in which I was featured early last year.

Eight days remain in the month – I wonder if a fifth placement might come along? If so, it would be a new personal best!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

(Header image obtained from a royalty-free site)

Lost in the Rush

This post was first uploaded on Wednesday 7^th February, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Talk about missing one completely – here’s the anthology Sword and Planet, from Rogue Planet Press, published March 6^th last year! My story By the Moons of Grolph is featured, a fantasy/SF mash-up establishing a world I’d love to return to at some point.

Here’s the POD sales link.

All told I now have five placements with Horrified Press/Rogue Planet, and I should think there’ll be others in due course.

Cheers,

Mike Adamson

PS: I passed 800 submissions yesterday!

In Print, February 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Friday 2^nd February, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Kicking off February in style with two publications – first out of the gate is the Candlemas 2018 edition of Lovecraftiana, featuring my story Monarch of the Shadows, an eerie tale of subterranean mystery. This is my third appearance in the magazine, which is just completing its second year. Here’s the Lulu POD order link.

Next up, releasing later in the month, catch my story One Shot Kill in the brand new 2018 volume of Spring Into SciFi – sales link when available.

Also releasing on Amazon and Create Space is Mind Candy Vol.1, featuring my SF short Existential Bliss. Word is there'll be a new cover design coming along, so the initial release becomes a collector's item!

In other news, the problem with my story Stalking Nemesis is all squared away – just an oversight – and it’ll be in the May 2018 edition of Bloodbond. Links when it’s released!

Also, my long-outstanding submission to Spark has been confirmed as still in the works/short-listed, so fingers crossed there. I have my first podcast coming shortly from Centropic Oracle; you’ll be able to catch my short fantasy Devotions performed online from March 2^nd 2018.

I should pass my 800^th submission this month, and am currently in a dry spell between acceptances – looking for it to turn around soon!

Cheers,

Mike Adamson

Taking Stock at the Two Year Milestone

This post was first uploaded on Saturday 6^th January, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

January 7^th, on the Australian side of the dateline, is the anniversary of my beginning my campaign of submission to the short fiction market, and it’s an interesting exercise to compare figures with the first year.

After 730 days I have made a total of 750 submissions, 449 in the second year. I have a total of 41 placements, 32 falling in the second year. Currently I have 76 stories on submission, my record being 81. I have 633 rejections (392 in the last year), therefore my ratio of rejections to acceptances is running at 15.44:1 across the board, or a 6.47% acceptance factor from the beginning. For year two alone, the ratio is 12.25:1 or 8.16%. Both of these figures are way up from data one year ago (3.73%).

Averages can be misleading, but are interesting to consider. Average time between acceptances in the first year was 40.5 days. Given that there was only one acceptance in the first eight months of effort, you can see how meaningless this figure really is; in the last four months of the year, considered separately, it drops to 15.25. In the second year it ran at 11.4 days per acceptance, while both years taken together return a value of 18.8. That long dead spell in year one constantly skews the data. In absolute figures, during this last year time has varied between a maximum of 38 days to a minimum of less than one day.

                                           

I have scored four Honourable Mentions in the Writers of the Future Contest before becoming ineligible by qualifying as a professional – I now have seven placements paying US 6c/word or better.

Productivity has risen in some ways at a corresponding rate, while falling in others. In calendar year 2017 I completed 62 stories, ten more than the previous year, for a total annual word count of 247, 782 words (49, 999 words less than in 2016). I currently have 147 stories registered at The Submission Grinder.

As with last year, I can say the future holds a lot more of the same, maintaining pressure in every possible way, perhaps including some screen writing work, journalism and other areas, plus developing my presence with a number of titles – I have appeared twice with Flame Tree Publishing, twice with Compelling Science Fiction, twice with Phantaxis, and three times with Lovecraftiana, and improving on those numbers would be an excellent goal. I have penetrated the pro end of the market more successfully than I dared hope a year ago, and the third year will be an intensification of every aspect. There are times this is a seven-day-a-week job. My one thousandth submission will occur later this year, a milestone in its own right.

Stay tuned for developments!

Cheers, Mike Adamson

In Print, January 2018 (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Friday 5^th January, 2018. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Here’s one that’s been in the works a long time. I placed my SF short Critical Need with the UK magazine Kzine on October 20^th 2016 – it was my fourth sale. They said at the time it was a long lead-time situation, but that was fine, and here it is at last, in their twentieth edition, releasing on January 27^th for Kindle and POD.

Will update with direct links when the issue comes available.

Also, my SF short "Colour Therapy" has been shortlisted with NewMyths -- I should know in the months ahead if I have a placement.

A further update: my "Middle Stars" story The One that is All has been accepted by Outposts of Beyond for their July edition – links when they come available!

And my "Middle Stars" piece "The Lost Empire" has passed third-readers at Andromeda Spacewaysand entered the short-list pile – again, news in the proverbial couple of months.

Updating with the latest: my horror piece "If Thine Eye Offend Thee" is shortlisted with Binge Watching Cure: Horror Edition, and two of my "Middle Stars" stories have found homes: One Shot Kill has placed with the anthology series Spring Into SciFi 2018, while The Mnemosynian Trap has been picked up by the Aussie magazine Alien Dimensions.

Cheers, Mike Adamson

A Nice Start to the Year

This post was first uploaded on Sunday 31^st December, 2017 (though actually uploaded on January 1^st on this side of the dateline). Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

January 1^st, staring a whole new calendar year, and it’s seven days until I hit the two year milestone for this writing enterprise. What better way to kick off the New Year than a nice pro placement?

I’ve been angling for a slot with Daily SF, one of the well-respected professional markets, for a long time, and I’m delighted to say they’ve picked up a flash piece I wrote just recently, Revelations. Not sure when it’ll be scheduled, there are some formalities to square away as always, but I couldn’t be happier – here’s a market I’ve long had great respect for, and I’ll be featuring in their listings in the not too distant future.

Access info when it becomes available!

Cheers, Mike

Building a “Brag Shelf” (and Progress)

This post was first uploaded on Saturday 23^rd December, 2017. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Nobody likes a braggart, but sometime you just can’t help it, and given the difficulty of finding your way into print a writer is forgiven a certain pride in the finished product. So when your placed stories see print and the contributor copies come in (or you buy them, depending on the contract) you find the collection expanding a book at a time.

And yes, there is a great deal of personal satisfaction to be had when you look at the shelf and know your work is in each title from there to there, and more to come. The photo shows my current print anthologies and magazines, and there are more on their way – three volumes of Lovecraftiana, Phantaxis #7, a second Flame Tree anthology due I think in April, Mind Candy Vol. 1, an annual-best-of from Misfit Stories, and doubtless others as time goes by. I’ll update the brag shelf here as it gets more impressive!

In latest news, my current submission to Andromeda Spaceways has passed first readers, so I’ll be watching in a few weeks in the hopes it passes second readers and joins the short-list pool.

And today I scored a placement with Kferrin for my fantasy flash piece The Cursed Throne, one of my “Avestium” stories, the third to place. This is full pro, on a very generous rate.

Season’s cheer to all, and here’s hoping for a great New Year!

Mike

What the Heck is a Pecamoid?

This post was first uploaded on Sunday 10^th December, 2017. Archived posts have been recovered following irretrievable login problems.

Language drifts over time, spellings alter, expressions change their meaning, but some words leave the vocabulary altogether and sometimes we come across words whose meaning is not at all clear.

I was recently researching for an historical – a straight adventure yarn set in Holmesian London, 1900, late in the Victorian age, full of peasoup fog, horse traction, pollution and gaslight, and was lucky enough to come across the holy grail of locational research tools, “georeferenced maps” in the collection of the National Library of Scotland. Researchers turned up a highly detailed survey of London produced in the middle years of the last decade of the 19^th century, and the charts were digitally cleaned up and stitched together to form a continuous scrolling map of unprecedented detail.

This is the Limehouse region of the East End, as it looked when Holmes and Watson were at large. 

This amazing resource offers London as it was, surveyed between 1893 and 1896, at the enormous scale of five feet to the mile – fine enough to chart individual trees and the stair cases of large buildings. The real value is that it is a glimpse of the London that no longer exists, because when this period map is overlaid on a modern map to the same scale (which the online tool provides, with a slider bar to move between then and now as degrees of transparency) the redevelopments of the last hundred years, including rebuilding after the Blitz, are all too apparent. Whole streets and section are relaid – ancient street names still exist and main thoroughfares remain, but side streets, whole blocks, are gone, and names reappear on streets moved significantly from their historic location. The appalling terrace houses where labourers lived are gone utterly, as are the industries in which they worked, where lead smelters and iron foundries, rubber and other chemical works lay, literally, across the street from schools and homes. There was no notion of the effects of pollution, or, if there was, it was dismissed as the lot of the poor compelled to endure it.

I selected the locality for my story in Limehouse – there had to be a Far East connection – and walked the area by scrolling the map. Amazing to see every street, house, shop, factory, church and pub, barely a stone of which still exists! But there, fronting the Regent Canal, one factory among many, close to the “Salvation Army Barracks,” is marked on the map: “Pecamoid Works.” The term is baldly given, as if an every day term everyone should know.

Pardon?

I have a pretty wide vocabulary, and at least one obscure term suggested itself to me, but I did it the usual way and Googled the word – no hits. The word seemed to be gone from the language, and it took a more detailed search to find even oblique reference in the texts of volumes. One reference was in fact back to the map, therefore of no use, but another was to an agricultural trade publication of 1921 – not the volume itself, but an online archiving of a crude and uncorrected optical character recognition pass of it. The word appeared in the context of “Naval pecamoid coats” in association with supplies for pig farmers, and that was the clue.

“Pecarry” is an old word for some species of pig, and it would appear that “pecamoid” was a 19^th century term for pigskin treated to become waterproof. Therefore that factory was a specialist tannery. I’m pretty sure of the deductive pathway, but the paucity of information leaves room for doubt, and as the merest passing mention in the narrative it warrants no further attention. Maybe one day I’ll confirm or refute this curious bit of fluff.

It’s interesting what old documents turn up; it certainly underlines the difference 120 years can make, even in a modern metropolis whose great landmarks have been unchanging for centuries. The small details are in constant flux, and over time whole regions shift in character. All the filthy industry of the old East End is gone as if it never was, the docklands have become trendy marinas for up-market types who work in towers in The City, and the character of London has evolved as surely as the language.

For those seeking the hard facts of the topography of London in the era of Conan Doyle, HG Wells and their contemporaries, this map is a go-to source. I used it for a number of details in the current project, and fully expect to use it in future to chart the course of action on streets that once were, but are long gone to the march of progress.

Here are some period photos of the Limehouse dock region as it was around the turn of the last century, the sort of world I'm trying to evoke in prose. The picture at top is an aerial view taken around 1928 of the Regent Docks, with the Regent Canal heading off obliquely at upper left – that's where the action happens.

Cheers, Mike Adamson