another one finds a home
As a writer, of course, I love all my children equally, but I love some more equally than
others. One of the special ones found a home this morning: “Nine Sketches in Charcoal and
Blood,” the story that ambushed me out of nowhere a little less than two years ago, wrote half
of itself in no time at all, spent months not writing the other half of itself (and not
letting me do it, either), grew an ending, went out into the world, went to the Canadian
magazine On Spec back in March, and sold to them just now. I’m very pleased by this,
as I like it a great deal. (Which is not to say I don’t love my other children, too. The
ones I don’t love get buried in the backyard and never seen again.) It’ll be out some
time in 2007.
