Queers Destroy Science Fiction

Why no, the subject line does not refer to my winning of the Lambda Award, tho' it probably should.

The "Queers Destroy SF" issue of Lightspeed is now available for purchase as an e-book, both from Lightspeed itself and other purveyors of fine electrofiction.

And this is what the pretty pretty cover looks like:



(Oh, did I neglect to mention that my story "The Astrakhan, The Homburg and The Red Red Coal" is contained within its pretty, pretty covers?)

Oscar Wilde. On Mars

I forgot to mention, didn't I? My story in the special "Queers Destroy SF" issue of Lightspeed is the second story from my Mars Imperial sequence. Featuring Oscar Wilde, because if Mars were a province of the British Empire? Oscar would so very much have gone there. After gaol, after Paris. He would have got away from Paris, before the wallpaper could kill him.

My entire mind has been filled for two years now with "Y'know, if Mars were a province of the British Empire, then [x] would so very much have gone there..." I could people a planet with exiles. Hell, I am peopling a planet with exiles. Next up, T E Lawrence...

[EtA: the icon, of course, is the Martian flag: the Union flag with a red border. Red, red, white and blue...]

Either this illumination goes, or I do

Flickery lightbulb is flickery.

I'm just stepping out of the study. I may be some time.

Note to self

"Putting the kettle on" implies a complex sequence of actions, above and beyond the merely literal. It is not enough to set the kettle on the hob. Not only is there an obligation to fill it with water first; even Lambda Award winners will find it necessary also to turn the heat on underneath. We are insufficiently hot, in and of ourselves. Who knew?

Tea may be a little delayed this afternoon. Sigh.

[Also, my fumm huts. Why's my fumm hurt? Doesn't it know I won an award? *waits for celebrity to hit, and turn all ponies to unicorns*]