Would-Be Writer Returns for Might-Be Reasons to Could-Be Blog

(tl;dr: I'm back, for reasons.)

Beginning to once again publish on a blog that I have let fall into dormancy feels like it requires some sort of, I don't know — explanation? Reintroduction? Apology? Just starting back up as if I'd Rip Van Winkled the previous six years would be weird, no? Plus, what I was posting here just before my unplanned hiatus (primarily links to other blogs writing about words and language) isn't what I want to continue into the future.

Which leads to (but doesn't technically beg) the question: Well, Andy, what do you want to do with this space? Now that you're back, or at least trying to be, what are you going to do with your little corner of the internet?

That's a good question. I'm good at asking good questions. But I don't have an answer just yet. 

Here's a question I can answer: Why are you coming back now, doofus? 

Those who know me as a person rather than a blogger have probably heard by now that my time at The Saturday Evening Post is ending soon. Both subscriptions and advertising have done nothing but fall, and costs have done nothing but rise, so continuing to publish a print magazine isn't financially feasible. The print magazine is 80% of what I do at the Post and 100% of what I was hired to do. We're working on our final issue now, a special edition that will be available in January, and then, when December ends, so will my employment at The Saturday Evening Post.

So, yes, I'm losing my job (don't cry for me, South American country). I am also losing the eight hours a day I now spend trekking through word forests, following etymological and editorial trails through woody prose, delighting in the beautiful sounds and colors of delicate writing, hunting down the elusive yeti that is that one perfect word, and stretching nature metaphors beyond any legitimate literary merit. 

Therein lies the first reason for my renewed interest in this here blog: I will need it as an outlet. A place not only to keep me enveloped in editorial pursuits (I could do that offline, after all), but also to keep me connected with other word-minded people, and to continue to contribute in my small way to the editorial sphere.

The second reason is more practical: I'mma be lookin' for a job. I could end up at Costco, but I'm hoping to stay in publishing somewhere. Logophilius is an advertisement for yours truly, but I'm not trying to sell the me from the height of COVID. I need to get the new me out there.

(Related: For the life of me I can't figure out how to edit what's on those tabs at the top of the blog — the "Bucket List" and "Other Great Blogs" and that tab that goes to my website, which has also lain dormant. If you can help me out, please leave a comment.)

On the subject of my future: I have a Plan A. It feels like a longshot, and even if it works out, it won't yield results for another ten months at least. (More details later when I feel more comfortable putting it out there.) That means not only that I need a Plan B, but that I need to add to Plan A some way to secure income and health insurance through at least the first two-thirds of 2027.

As for the future of this blog: I'm not sure yet where it'll go. I am definitely coming back to fiction writing, and I'll be connecting (and reconnecting) with other writers and editors here on the interwebs. But what that will look like here on Logophilius I do not know. Not yet.

Watch, as they say, this space.

Christmas Card Sonnet 2020

I sent a few holiday cards this year — first time in, I don't know, forty-six years or so — to friends that I hadn't been able to see in person in at least the last three months. Along with a personal message, I included this sonnet. Hope you enjoy it:

A Word in the Hand Is Worth Two in the Book

The words people have been writing about other words.

My (Dis)Honorable Mention

[If you’re coming to this post from Discord, just skip down to the story. This intro is old news to you.]

I was delighted on Sunday to open my email and discover that a flash fiction story I had entered in a contest hosted by Semi-Sages of the Pages (a podcast I would recommend to anyone who is seriously interested in writing better fiction) was chosen as a runner-up. What’s more, the ladies of SSotP actually read the winning stories aloud on Sunday afternoon.

Alas, I was unavailable to listen to the live broadcast. (Also, I haven’t really taken the time to figure out how Discord works yet.)

But I finally got around to listening to that podcast Thursday night, and I was buzzing with the anticipation of hearing my story read. So I’m listening along through the first story, then the second, then the third (saving the best for last, tee-hee tee-hee!), and then a fourth one (wait, weren’t they only picking four winners?), and then . . .

Into the Words

The smoking skeleton is metaphorical, somehow.

The Body Politic: Order It Now!

It's here! The Body Politic: A Parable for the Twenty-first Century is now available to order on Amazon for only $8.99.

The 120-page book contains three stories:

“All the girls at Ellen’s eleventh birthday party were having a great time until her pinkie finger fell off.” Like any pandemic, it started with just a few isolated cases that couldn’t be easily explained. But even after it took hold around the world, scientists could find no cause, no common source, no traceable vector. Could that eleven-year-old girl, one of the plague’s earliest victims, discover the cause and the cure that even science could not fathom in “The Body Politic”?

In “The Perfect Gift,” Matthew has found the most amazing birthday present for Joan. But a gift this personal might reveal once and for all his secret feelings for her. What if she finally understands that he loves her? Or worse, what if she doesn’t?

What would you do if you won the world’s first trillion-dollar lotto? You can guess what Eldridge does with his winnings in the story titled “The Man Who Bought the Moon,” but he soon learns that owning all that lunar real estate isn’t as satisfying as he had hoped, as each new day begins with the same question: What next?

My thanks again to Rue Sparks for the great cover image, and to my writers critique group, Indy Pen to Paper, for helping me mold these stories into something I can be proud of. I hope you enjoy them.

A Word to the Whys

Can I have a word with you? How about a few dozen?

The Body Politic: Cover Reveal

I am giddy to announce that Rue Sparks has put the finishing touches on the cover of my forthcoming book The Body Politic, and I couldn't be happier. Here it is!

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but feel free to make an exception in this case.

Working with an illustrator to craft the concept and then fine-tune the details was a new experience for me. Although the book contains three stories, “The Body Politic” is the centerpiece and the one I wanted the cover image to focus on.

I talked Rue briefly through the story when I first raised the possibility of commissioning them to create this cover. I didn't commit to anything right away, but Rue immediately came up with some rough sketches that got me thinking. I sent the email to actually commit to the commission the day my coronavirus stimulus check dropped into my bank account.

Then, over the next two weeks or so, Rue emailed sketches of ideas, possible color schemes, and reference pieces. I gave some feedback and suggestions and asked some questions, and, at the end, we landed on a rough sketch that I was excited about:

Then Rue made a transfer image, with new lettering, that would be used for the final image. It was my last chance to make any changes! (I didn't have any.)

From this sketch, Rue completed the image in pencil, putting in all the wonderful shading and details. What’s more, they did it in a livestream on Twitch; you can watch the previous image turn into the next one on Rue’s Twitch channel.

Finally, Rue took the image into Photoshop for the finishing touches — color! — and voilà!

I hope to have The Body Politic available to order very soon (it depends in part on Amazon). Follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook for the latest, and, of course, watch this space!

Words with Fiends

Is there a word in English for something we don't have a word for in English?

The Body Politic: The Big Book Announcement

Coming soon to an online retail giant named after a big ol’ river near you!

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Coming in early May, my new novelette, The Body Politic: A Parable for the Twenty-first Century.

It begins like this: “All the girls at Ellen’s eleventh birthday party were having a great time until her pinkie finger fell off.”

Like any pandemic, the disease that social media has named dropsy started with just a few isolated cases that couldn’t be easily explained. But even as it was taking hold around the world, scientists could find no cause, no common source, no traceable vector. Could that eleven-year-old girl, one of the plague’s earliest victims, discover the cause and the cure that even science could not fathom? And what does it mean for the future of the human race?

All will be answered. (Okay, most will be answered. That last one’s up to your own optimistic, cynical, or realistic view of humanity.)

Also included in this book are two short stories:

In “The Perfect Gift,” Matthew has found the most amazing birthday present for Joan. But a gift this personal might reveal once and for all his secret feelings for her. What if she finally understands that he loves her? Or worse, what if she doesn’t?

(You might have read this one before. It was the first story I ever sold and is still online at SaturdayEveningPost.com.)

What would you do if you won the world’s first trillion-dollar lotto? You can guess what Eldridge does with his winnings in the story titled “The Man Who Bought the Moon.” But he soon learns that owning all that lunar real estate isn’t as satisfying as he had hoped, as each new day begins with the same question: What next?

Just as exciting (but much less nerve-wracking) as this forthcoming publication is the book’s cover. I’ve enlisted the talents of Rue Sparks (who also writes) to illustrate it. We finally decided on the design this week, and I’m giddy with anticipation of the final product.

No firm decision yet on the price (it won’t be expensive), or even exactly when it will be available to order on Mekong.net Amazon.com. But I hope some of you feel some sense of anticipation for it. Get giddy with it.

More info coming soon.