OryCon SF convention in Portland, Oregon

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At OryCon 31, the annual Science Fiction Convention in Portland, Oregon, this is where you can find me:
Friday, Nov. 27th @ 2 pm
Not enough humanoids? – with Elton Elliott, Camille Alexa, David D. Levine, & Irene Radford.
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Saturday, Nov. 28 @ 11 am
A Polite Society – with Sheila Simonson, Camille Alexa, M.K. Hobson, & Norm Hartman.
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Saturday, Nov. 28 @ 1 pm
Drowning in Slush – with Maggie Jamison, Colleen Anderson, Deb Taber, Camille Alexa, & Lou Anders.
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Saturday, Nov. 28 @ 3 pm
Women role models in science fiction – with Felicity Shoulders, Camille Alexa, Kristin Landon, & Mike Shepherd Moscoe.
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Saturday, Nov. 28 @ 5 pm
Broad Universe readings – with Camille Alexa, Kamila Miller, Brenda Cooper, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Mary Robinette Kowal, Kristin Landon, M.K. Hobson, Phoebe Kitanidis, & A.M. Dellamonica.
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Sunday, Nov. 29 @ 12 pm
 I Will Call My Story … Bob – with Richard A. Lovett, Rebecca Neason, Patricia Briggs, David D. Levine, Camille Alexa.
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I’ll also be involved with a semi-secret reading event, possibly involving the likes of Mary Robinette Kowal, M.K. Hobson, David Levine, and others.   Stay tuned.

42 magazine Vol.1, #2

42 magazine Vol.1, #2 is released. Includes “Occupational Hazards for the Late-night Girl,” by Camille Alexa. Darling interior story illustration for my story by Danielle Thillet.  Nice, high-quality little literary magazine.  Comes with free multimedia CD!  Only $5 per issue. 
 
Purchase and other information here.

ORIGINS reviewed in Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly   has reviewed ORIGINS (Hadley Rille Books, 2009), including my story, “The Pull of the World and the Push of the Sky.”  Some cleverboots out there might recognize the inspiration for the title of my book.

From Publishers Weekly:

Fans of the fantastic will be on more familiar ground with Camille Alexa’s “The Pull of the World and the Push of the Sky,” wherein barely articulate proto-human Gunh learns to fly, and Mike Resnick’s delightful “Seven Views of Olduvai Gorge,” in which aliens try to determine the origins of now-vanished humankind.

Wow!  My buddy Gunh mentioned in the same sentence w/ Mike Resnick!  Too awesome.  Special congrats also to Gerri and Max for the mentions of their stories in the review.

THE BLACKNESS WITHIN anthology

  
Apex Books has announced on their blog the Table of Contents for the forthcoming anthology,  THE BLACKNESS WITHIN (Gill Ainsworth, ed.).   This one includes my story “For They Are As Beasts,” and should be available from Apex within the next twelve months.
 
Full  ToC:
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“For They Are As Beasts” by Camille Alexa
“Abattoir Blues” by Geoffrey W. Cole
“Chain of Hearts” by Eric Gregory
“The Free Poor” by Mark Grundy
“Bad Meat” by Michael Keyton
“Dance of the Psychopomps” by Joshua McCune
“The Messiah of Mincemeat” by S. Clayton Rhodes
“Without Mercy” by Lucas Pederson
“Daughter of God” by Maxwell Peterson
“Secrets of Fatima” by Steven L. Shrewsbury
“Dreaming” by Brenton Tomlinson
“Song-Ji and the Wolf” by Paul Williams
“Big Game” by Conrad Zero

Crossed Genres Magazine, Reanimated Rhymes, Semaphore Magazine

An amazing cover graces Issue # 10 of Crossed Genres Magazine, 
which includes my story, “The Good Old-Fashioned Kind of Water.”
It’s “Marshmallow Cat!” by Carl Pierce.  More of Pierce’s work at http://carlpearce.daportfolio.com/ .

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Also, a couple of Zombie poetry doodads have hit the streets.

In Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes, my poem, “Such a Little Thing.” Available on Amazon, etc.
And in the GORGEOUS Semaphore Magazine out of New Zealand, read (for free!) my poem “Dear Zombie.”  Illustrated! 
“Dear Zombie” will also appear in the 2009 Semaphore Anthology.

“Gretel” and The Devil’s Food anthology available on Amazon

And of course I wrote a modern Hänsel und Gretel piece, called simply, ”Gretel.”

Opening of “Gretel,” a story about living under the threat of being eaten:

Gretel met Hansel the day her stepmother drove her to Brykerwoods Juvenile Rehabilitation Facility and left her standing in the front hall with no money or phone or anything other than the clothes she wore and two hits of acid hidden in an empty lipstick tube stuffed in her bra.

He was tall and quiet, and thinner even than Gretel. Cigarette burn scars covered one cheek, and he was blind in his left eye from an especially bad night with his father. Gretel thought he was beautiful.

You’re beautiful, he’d told her later that night, after her stepmother had driven away and Brykerwoods orderlies had taken Gretel’s leather jacket and the contents of her pockets, but not the lipstick tube they hadn’t found in her bra. After she’d found him, like an uncharted territory, or an undiscovered planet, sitting on dirty white linoleum next to a vacant chair in an empty TV room without a television. After she had handed him one hit of acid and placed the other under her tongue. You’re beautiful.

I’m not, she said. My front teeth jut like fallen tombstones. My nose is the size of a bus and my hair is like strips of rotting bacon and my eyes are small and brown as rabbit turds. You must be tripping.

And he said, I am, but that’s not why I like you.

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Find this story and others in The Devil’s Food anthology, available from Amazon.