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The tide flows in and the tide flows out
My short story "Twice Every Day Returning" has been accepted by Uncanny Magazine.
It was written in September, for which I credit the heat wave with making me want to think about ice; it was my first original fiction since the beginning of 2020 and arrived as a pendant to the title novelette of As the Tide Came Flowing In (2022), which may mean that I should now consider these stories a cycle, especially in light of the unfinished, pre-pandemic one. The title comes from the ballad "Just as the Tide Was Flowing," but the story itself was written primarily to Gordon Bok and Cesária Évora, plus assorted compilations of sea-songs, chanteys, and morna. It is queer and maritime and has a lot of diaspora in it, slantwise from my own. I had a bad jolt of feeling completely, professionally pointless last night and it is useful to be reminded it is not reality-based.
For the first time since returning from D.C., I slept until I woke of my own accord, which was sufficiently late in the afternoon that I got out for a walk in a kind of faded gold-flushed denim dusk. I had dreamed in extensive, semi-patched shifts of which the most last and most vivid embroidered unnecessarily on holiday planning. Van Heflin would have been a hundred and fifteen today. Yesterday morning, the Fort Point Channel was particularly brilliant in its winter-edged way.
It was written in September, for which I credit the heat wave with making me want to think about ice; it was my first original fiction since the beginning of 2020 and arrived as a pendant to the title novelette of As the Tide Came Flowing In (2022), which may mean that I should now consider these stories a cycle, especially in light of the unfinished, pre-pandemic one. The title comes from the ballad "Just as the Tide Was Flowing," but the story itself was written primarily to Gordon Bok and Cesária Évora, plus assorted compilations of sea-songs, chanteys, and morna. It is queer and maritime and has a lot of diaspora in it, slantwise from my own. I had a bad jolt of feeling completely, professionally pointless last night and it is useful to be reminded it is not reality-based.
For the first time since returning from D.C., I slept until I woke of my own accord, which was sufficiently late in the afternoon that I got out for a walk in a kind of faded gold-flushed denim dusk. I had dreamed in extensive, semi-patched shifts of which the most last and most vivid embroidered unnecessarily on holiday planning. Van Heflin would have been a hundred and fifteen today. Yesterday morning, the Fort Point Channel was particularly brilliant in its winter-edged way.
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Thank you!
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I do, too. They are not necessarily the balance of my fiction—whereas my poems may default to water—but this set is three completed sea-stories and one which I am willing to acknowledge in progress only so long as I don't risk breaking it by talking about it, which feels like officially turning into a thing.
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*whispering* look forward to reading
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Thank you! It had been held for so long that I was expecting a regretful rejection, but no!
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Thank you!
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Congrats!!!
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Thank you!
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Nine
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Thank you! I have preemptive and unrealistic fantasies of it being a collection of its own someday.
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Oooh! That would be an absolute stunner.
Nine
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I had a bad jolt of feeling completely, professionally pointless last night and it is useful to be reminded it is not reality-based.
Take that, Tiny W!
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Take that, Tiny W!
He is disconsolate and I have sent him off to the tiny cinema to decompress. There should be at least one thing by Busby Berkeley on tonight.
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I'd listen to it.
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*hugs*
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You should see what happened the time he tried to drag a lobby card back.
*hugs*
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Thank you!
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That's such a lovely pic!
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Thank you!
That's such a lovely pic!
And thank you! I love the water and the light at this time of year.
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faded gold-flushed denim dusk.
<3
Also while you were travelling, or preparing to, I wound up accidentally exploring context of the BBC 1991 radio A Woman of No Importance, but I am v tired (been out) so I will just link back to what I typed before in case it is of interest and not to worry if it is not.
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Thank you!
Also while you were travelling, or preparing to, I wound up accidentally exploring context of the BBC 1991 radio A Woman of No Importance, but I am v tired (been out) so I will just link back to what I typed before in case it is of interest and not to worry if it is not.
I was very little on the internet in the run-up to the trip, during it, and then afterward while recovering from it, so I appreciate the pointer! I hope the version of A Woman of No Importance with Michael Hordern's framing still exists. It isn't the version I heard, either.
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♥
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And I'm glad you had a good, restorative trip to DC, and a happy visit with your god-descendant.