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The Joys of 30

 One of the most difficult parts about being creative is that you get carried away with ideas.  I've had four nonfiction books published and lately I've been taken—I mean really taken—with an idea for a fifth.  I've started writing it even before hearing if I'll get a contract for it.

In the midst of the mania behind that writing (and I've got so little time to write that it's painful) I received the good news that fiction story number 30 has been accepted for publication.  Not only that, but it has been accepted in Corvus Review.  I've published there before, but it's exalted company for me and I'm thrilled they like my fiction.

Since my disc is still crashed and since I don't have access to The Space between Atoms (never trust a single disc!), this seems like a good time for a celebratory post.  This particular story is called "The Hput" (yes, a hput is a real thing), but it's a thing I can't tell you what means.

This particular acceptance is significant for me because it is part of a wider story that also involves the diegesis, or universe in which The Space between Atoms takes place.  If I ever get my disc repaired you'll find out (perhaps) just how strange a place it is.

Being creative can involve inventing worlds.  Fiction can be set in this world, but in reality the worlds of fiction are always always in our minds.  Reality, whatever it is, is servant to our minds.  "The Hput" plays into that.  It's my reality.



Stephen King made up Derry.  Although this story doesn't take place in my main made-up town of Breck, it isn't far from where I live.  Corvids are very intelligent birds.  I like to think that those who read my fiction can peer into my mind and see the intricacies in each story.  At least in my reality.

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