I have been editing, as has Roobeedoo, and it’s nearly over. Authors are starting to get the stories for final approval, only a few left to do now. A good session tomorrow night should complete that part.
There is a real treat in this one for those who enjoyed Brian W. Aldiss’s excursions into the deeper, stranger SF regions. If you re-read his shorts such as ‘As for our Fatal Continuity’ and ‘Send Her Victorious’ (in ‘Comic Inferno’, well worth a read if you can still get it and the title story is in much the same vein too), and his novel ‘The Eighty-Minute Hour’ (which I read several times) then you are going to love this one. I’m not telling you the title yet, but I will when it’s ready to go.
It’s going to be a big book this time. Sixteen stories, some of them long ones, from eight authors including two you haven’t seen before. Three if I include Justin Sanebridge, but his novel ‘The Goddess of Protruding Ears’ is already a Leg Iron Book so he’s not actually new to the author group. This is his first anthology foray though.
The cover is another thing that really has to be finalised this week. I have some photos from the bad winters of 2009-2011 but I like this one from the old Dume ‘Santa capture attempts’. It could be titled ‘Next time, Santa. Next time’ or ‘Pretty fly for a fat guy’ or something else entirely. The deadline is a day away, I don’t have to worry about it yet.
Anyway, I welcome opinions and suggestions. Is this any good? I have an extensive collection of photos to draw on and could even draw a cover. That would make this anthology different from the others though and I’d prefer them to, in some small way, match each other.
As with the Jessica’s Trap/Samuel’s Girl/next Romulus Crowe stories, I’d like the covers to be themed. So I’m pretty much stuck with photos but then I can always make a new one. It only takes 1/250th of a second or so.
I do also have a picture of a reindeer sticking its tongue out…
I could do something with that… if I can ‘shop out the fence. This reindeer is named Zeus and lives in Scotland. As does Santa, where he thrives on deep fried haggis and booze when he doesn’t have to work – which is every day of the year except one.
Okay, best get some sleep I suppose, even though I don’t really have time for all that nonsense.
This is on target for Christmas. So far.
Then I’m going to have a bit of a rest.