What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?
My short story "The Creeping Influences" has been accepted by Shimmer. This is the one with the genderqueer narrator and the bog body in 1930's Ireland; it was accepted earlier this year by another market, but the sale fell through about a month later in one of the weirder experiences I have had in publishing. I am very, very glad it has found a new home and I am glad that home is Shimmer. They are a new market for me; publication is slated for early 2017 and I'm looking forward. They do illustrations. The story is my longest successful attempt at historical fiction to date; it takes its title from Seamus Heaney's "Bog Queen," the second of the six poems collected in North (1975) which describe and contemplate Irish and Danish bog bodies. I was scared by one of them as a child. Years later, this sort of thing happens.

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Thank you! I remember when they started publishing in 2005, although I don't seem to have sent them fiction at the time; they reappeared on my radar a couple of years ago with Jenn Grunigen's weird and gorgeous "The Seaweed and the Wormhole," after which I paid attention. I had some other possibilities in mind if they rejected "The Creeping Influences," but I am particularly happy that they did not.