hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (tank)
[personal profile] hirez
Cover letters are hard.

'Dear suffering slush-bunny, here's some recycled tree that you didn't ask for. I think it's pretty good, but then the Mandy Rice-Davis rule applies. Today though, you'll have had your fill of that kink in the genre and you'll be hankering after something with spaceships and shouting, or robots and zeppelins. Which in your case you have not got. Yours, Arbuthnot Cringing-Expectantly. KOLD.'

I may have had a wander along the real ale pumps last night. That Dursley Steam Bitter went down very well.

Date: 2007-03-24 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljaydaly.livejournal.com
So, you sent something out? Or you decided against it?

I usually go with the Rod Serling type of letter: "Submitted for your approval.... blah blah.... Laconically yours, Unwashed." Not.. you know. With actual 'blah'.

Date: 2007-03-24 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Yes. Well, the diner-thing is in an envelope with 'Interzone' on the front.

Mind, I'm not convinced it's quite their thing, and I'm at a bit more of a loss to know who's thing it might be.

Date: 2007-03-24 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljaydaly.livejournal.com
Congratulations! I'll keep my fingers crossed for the A-1. I have a feeling Interzone hasn't seen an intradimensional diner story in a while! And look... they have a slot just waiting for one.

Date: 2007-03-24 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jarkman.livejournal.com
Even if it's not their thing it damn well should be.

Date: 2007-03-24 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
The New Whimsy?

Mind, I really like the concept of Municipal Realism. Prof. Branestawm rewritten by people who want nothing to do with a Grim Meathook Future, but instead rather care for one where Dan Dare's rocket gantries are run by the National Trust.

Date: 2007-03-24 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jarkman.livejournal.com
I could go for that.

I mean, the Grim Meathook thing is really only gothic mithering wearing an 'I'm realistic, me' hat. If it's actual grownup futurism, it may be excusable, but if it doesn't come with convincing supporting calculations it isn't.

We need a future in which scones are still acceptable, not just genengineered soy-beetle nutrimodules.

Date: 2007-03-24 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Absolutely.

...

I'm trying to come up with some late model post-cyberish fiction tropes to rail against and compare to food pills and personal helicopters, but thankfully I don't know any.

That's probably for the best. Save the manifesto for after being published.

Date: 2007-03-24 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jarkman.livejournal.com
Indeed.

So, are we in a kind of Jerome-punk space here ?

Date: 2007-03-25 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Um.

On one hand, the temptation to add 'punk' (or indeed 'core') to a name for an object or movement so as to make it sound a bit more 'street' or 'real' is about as tiresome as [Bill Bailey] lazy writers saying something is like something else 'on acid'. So it's just sitting there watching the carpet for hours at a time, is it? [/Bill Bailey].

Perhaps someone who grew up in a town could enlighten the class as to why broken glass and breathing in petrol fumes is more 'real' than ash trees and shotgun cartridges.

So actually, we're pretty much in JH-R land right about now.

Hm. I think there's a piece to camera brewing in that.

Date: 2007-03-26 08:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quercus.livejournal.com
lazy writers saying something is like something else 'on acid'.

Wow, that's like really Web Zen

Date: 2007-03-26 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quercus.livejournal.com
That's a point: How about some non-rubbish Steampunk, written by someone who's exposure to the Edwardian stripey-blazer aesthetic is a little closer than shopping for Whotat in a Mid-Western Mall.

What used to moor at Clevedon Pier? Where did the Severn Zeppelin line run to?

Date: 2007-03-26 08:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Suddenly, the phrase 'Scruttock's Old Dirigible' has a new and strange meaning. Cider smuggling on moonless nights and foggy days, following the track of Congresbury Yeo by the echo from the irregular pulses of the no-longer-stationary engine...

Oh, bugger.

Date: 2007-03-27 04:27 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] perlmonger.livejournal.com
Well?

Have you finished writing it yet?

Eh?

I'm still waiting for the nuclear powered steam trains to trundle under the bridge that carries the Land Yeo over the line opposite Gatscombe. And where's my jetpack?

Date: 2007-03-24 04:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reddragdiva
I think you just wrote the preface to your first short story collection.

Date: 2007-03-24 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jendama.livejournal.com
But was it on actual recycled paper?

Good luck!

Date: 2007-03-24 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spride.livejournal.com
J. Henry-Reed?

(file under Mad Not To, etc).

Date: 2007-03-24 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Well spotted. It's funny how the war poets stick with a chap.

Date: 2007-03-26 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drumiller.livejournal.com
Oh good, someone else dreads them as much as I do.

Let me know how yours fares. May the diner find new trans-dimensional pocket in print.

Does this mean the sub will resurface?

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