#onspec

Three years after OnSpec published my first story, I got my second one accepted. Alas, it will also be the last one. OnSpec, a staunch support and platform for Canadian SF authors, will launch its last issue, 134 this month. Another sad news on the Canadian SF front, three weeks after learning of the demise of my first SF mentor Jean-Louis Trudel in Lithuania. I would not have become a writer if…

Avec l’acceptation par le magazine On Spec, je me sens comme le cheval Secretariat avec un triplé de magazines très difficiles d’accès!

Les contrat, comment on les signait, jadis… Je cours beaucoup, ces temps-ci, et je signe beaucoup aussi. Ah, le doux bruissement du papier en signant un contrat. Ils sont désormais électroniques, mais l’un d’eux est spécial… et il fut signé à la date montrée sur l’illu. Asimov’s a dit oui! C’est le contrat (électronique) de ma nouvelle accepté pour le numéro Septembre-Octobre 2021 du magazine…

A Delectable, Issue of OnSpec, 109 !

I’m late! I know…

Although I regularly miss the submission deadlines at On Spec, I do recommend this Canadian magazine published in Alberta. I appreciate the work of Diane Walton and Barb Galler-Smith, whom I have had the pleasure of meeting at Canadian conventions, but many others writers, artists, editors are dedicated to making this magazine a success!

I read from one cover to another this…

I have infiltrated Canada. Purchasing information here. A print copy of the magazine is usually under $7 Canadian plus shipping, but I think this one is a little heftier price-wise on account of being a double issue. There are digital options as well.

I started writing “Song of Singularity” three years ago, finished it about two years ago, had it accepted for publication about a year ago, and now here it is. That’s average-to-speedy for me for poetry and fiction. There are examples of things I’ve dashed off and gotten into print within a few months (”Splinter Song,” and most nonfiction essays, which tend to be timely) and there are examples of things that waited patiently for about a decade before anyone understood what I was getting at (”Every Hand a Winner”), but usually about four years is the speed.

In any case, it’s a long, dense story-poem about a political exile who has uploaded his consciousness to a communications satellite and can’t be prosecuted until he is restored to a physical body which can be dragged into a court.