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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Preorder Dark Faith II and save 10%

As I have mentioned, my collaboration with the amazing Nisi Shawl will be in Dark Faith II, along with stories by Mike Resnick, Jay Lake and many others. You know you want this! Preorder at this link http://www.apexbookcompany.com/products/dark-faith-invocations and use the referral code DFEhart. Lots of yummy reading goodness, just in time for vacation!

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Clarion West!

I am participating in the Clarion West Write-a-Thon and need your support. Drop by and donate $10, 20 or 100 bucks here: http://www.clarionwest.org/writeathon/michaelehart You'll be supporting a great program and making me look good. I'm writing a Ninshi story ---the first in three years.

Saturday, June 02, 2012

In Blood and Song sold!

My collaberation with the amazing Nisi Shawl has borne fruit! "In Blood and Song" will be in the upcoming Dark Faith II anthology. It is a story set in Africa, full of Dembe boxing, meat cutting, magic, conspiracy, lies and a riot. You know, a love story.

More pulpy goodness coming

A work in progress --- 2000+ words in a burst. Alternate history pulpy steampunk aireal war story set in 1930's Paraguay, with steam powered difference engines, and dirigibles. You know, a love story. Hope to finish it this weekend.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Writing again!

Just finished writing two short sendups of classic cozy mysteries, "Orange Juice and Paris Green" and "Mrs. Clive-Harris Solves a Mystery" --- and had a blast writing them. Sending to crit for a final tune up and then looking for a market. Usually I write to a market, or because someone asked me for a story. These were purely for fun.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

"What the Bullet Sang" is up at Raygun Revival

http://www.raygunrevival.com/

I spat out dirt and blood and tried again. “How bad?”

The Morph shook its featureless grey head. “I have skin-popped her for the pain, but she only has a few minutes.” Terrell’s first drop.

The last cave-in took out Harmon and half our team. Terrell was hit then, but the wound that was killing her came as the Morph was carrying her out. Spalls ran across the Morph’s back, a dotted line broken by where it had held Terrell in a fireman’s carry.

“Nguyen! Can you raise the Marat? My comm is busted.” My voice was gravelly and seemed far away. A dirt clod the size of toaster oven had face-planted me during the cave-in.

“No joy, Gunny. Just a buzz. Might be whatever they mine here interfering.