Yog's Notebook, blog edition

We received a short review in the June Locus Magazine (thanks Tina for pointing this out!).



The summer issue is almost ready to send to the printers. With any luck, we'll have it for sale within the next couple of weeks. We have some really fun stories this time: demons, dinosaurs, aliens... plus another short comic, reviews, and a contest.

Also, in spring issue author news, Bill Kte'pi has decided to post the entirety of The Saint of Daybreak for free on LiveJournal. Donations are still appreciated, but the whole story will be available either way. The first three chapters are already up at saintofdaybreak.livejournal.com.

Labels: news, science fiction, sf

I might be outing myself as beyond geeky with this, but Hackers is one of the few movies I've enjoyed enough to watch multiple times. So I'm very happy to report that someone has written a steampunk version of the script, and recorded a group reading of it, all available online. It's called Clockers.

JOSEPHINE

What is that? What is that? Let me see it. What are these?

DAED

International conversion tables, Imperial gear radii to French and Chinese.

SNACK

What's this? Luscious orange?

DAED

Key machining standards.

SNACK

This?

DAED

Gear Shits book, so named for a famous misprint on the title page. Principles of Cog Power.

SNACK

This?

DAED

Dragon Book. Linkage bible.

SNACK

And that?

DAED

Devil Book. Secret London tunnel maps. Also known as the "Ugly Red Book That's Too Big For A Shelf."

I don't think you have to be a fan of the source material to enjoy this, but that may help. It's silly, anachronistic, and full of steampunk tech.

Labels: clockers, hackers, podcast, script, steampunk

Subterranean Magazine recently switched from print to the web, now offering quarterly content for free online. I've been very impressed with the stories and essays they publish.

My story of the week is from their new Summer issue. It's "Dispersed by the Sun, Melting in the Wind" by Rachel Swirsky, a poignant narrative of the last people on earth. It reminds me a little of one of my long-time favorites, Ray Bradbury's "There Will Come Soft Rains". Slow, subtle, a series of images that stick.

Labels: rachel swirsky, stories, subterranean magazine