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I've had two publications this week:
My poem "Stillborn" has been published by Nightmare Magazine as well as their podcast. You can read it or listen to it.
My poem "Angakkuq," which was an Aurora finalist, has been published in Year’s Best Canadian Fantasy and Science Fiction: Volume Three.
If you patronize the A-Hole (my pet name for Amazon), you can follow my author page to find out what is being released there for sale.
One of my drabbles recently won a prize, but I can't officially announce which one or where. Yet.
I'm currently co-writing a science fiction story with several other authors. Can't say much other than it involves pigeons and astronaut ice cream. It's a fun project!
I have started keeping track of how many submissions/rejections/acceptances I get each month. It's the 17th of October, and my tally shows 54 submissions, 14 rejections, and 2 acceptances. I know most people are unable to spend that much time sending things out, and I am grateful and incredibly lucky to be in a position to do so.
It is wholly unfair that, unless you are Stephen King or the dread JK Rowling, it is pretty much impossible to live on your writing. Our capitalist society does not support arts and culture. I hate that even winners of multiple, top awards are unable to achieve a living wage from their writing, and that many authors are being forced to withdraw from their writing careers in order to eat and keep the lights on.
It doesn't help that their/our writing is being stolen wholesale by Large Language Models and repackaged via ChatGPT and the like. If you use ChatGPT, you are not only complicit in the theft of author's living wages, but also in the destruction of ecosystems. Data centres use more power and water than cities, and greenbelts, forests, and farmland are regularly being destroyed to erect even more.
Here is a human-written story I've read recently which resonates with me:
Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience by Rebecca Roanhorse. Written in the dreaded second-person (which I personally enjoy), this toothsome example of Indigenous Futurism shows what happens when new technology is used as a toe-hold for destructive cultural appropriation. It's a microcosm of what has happened and what continues to happen.
My poem "Stillborn" has been published by Nightmare Magazine as well as their podcast. You can read it or listen to it.
My poem "Angakkuq," which was an Aurora finalist, has been published in Year’s Best Canadian Fantasy and Science Fiction: Volume Three.
If you patronize the A-Hole (my pet name for Amazon), you can follow my author page to find out what is being released there for sale.
One of my drabbles recently won a prize, but I can't officially announce which one or where. Yet.
I'm currently co-writing a science fiction story with several other authors. Can't say much other than it involves pigeons and astronaut ice cream. It's a fun project!
I have started keeping track of how many submissions/rejections/acceptances I get each month. It's the 17th of October, and my tally shows 54 submissions, 14 rejections, and 2 acceptances. I know most people are unable to spend that much time sending things out, and I am grateful and incredibly lucky to be in a position to do so.
It is wholly unfair that, unless you are Stephen King or the dread JK Rowling, it is pretty much impossible to live on your writing. Our capitalist society does not support arts and culture. I hate that even winners of multiple, top awards are unable to achieve a living wage from their writing, and that many authors are being forced to withdraw from their writing careers in order to eat and keep the lights on.
It doesn't help that their/our writing is being stolen wholesale by Large Language Models and repackaged via ChatGPT and the like. If you use ChatGPT, you are not only complicit in the theft of author's living wages, but also in the destruction of ecosystems. Data centres use more power and water than cities, and greenbelts, forests, and farmland are regularly being destroyed to erect even more.
Here is a human-written story I've read recently which resonates with me:
Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience by Rebecca Roanhorse. Written in the dreaded second-person (which I personally enjoy), this toothsome example of Indigenous Futurism shows what happens when new technology is used as a toe-hold for destructive cultural appropriation. It's a microcosm of what has happened and what continues to happen.
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