Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Update #4: Grimm And Grimmer Submission - And More!

It seems like forever since the original submission of my rework of the Grimm Brother's fairy tale, The Fisherman and His Wife, to Fringeworks, but it's really only been a few months. It was originally scheduled to be published in August 2013, but has been moved back to October 30, 2013.

Vom Fischer und seiner Frau; Darstellung von Alexander Zick (1845 - 1907)
Public domain image, Fischer und Frau, from Wikimedia Commons

The reason for the change is so the cover artist can work on another project for a couple of months and then come back to the Grimm and Grimmer anthology series, keeping the covers consistent. While the delay isn't fun, I really like this guy's work and I do think it is a good idea to maintain the same look to the various volumes.

So, I have to wait a little longer to see the story in print. If you follow this blog, you'll know when it's out because I will be pushing it until you're sick of hearing about it. At the moment, it is supposed to be in Volume IV. Volume I and II are already out.

In the meantime, I've submitted another story to them for their Dead Men's Tales anthology which is to be published under the KnightWatch Press imprint. It's a pirate story titled Skarett's Treasure, and is told from the viewpoint of a dead character. No word yet on acceptance.

So far, despite the delay in publishing, the Fringeworks folks have been good to work with, and even if they don't accept Skarett's Treasure, I'll consider submitting to them again.

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Saturday, May 25, 2013

FSF Challenge - Charmed

Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:


This one is about as far away from the world of Dieselpunk as you can get. But I still found a way to sneak the word Dieselpunk into my blog again...


Image "Genial Older Man" courtesy of Rosemary Ratcliff at www.freedigitalphotos.net

She was so young, so beautiful, and he was so much older, but it didn't seem to matter - at least she never mentioned the difference in age. He enjoyed her company immensely, refreshing his soul with a youthful energy that had faded away after his wife died. Still, he knew it wouldn't last forever as he could barely keep pace with her free-spirited ways, that even now he needed a break.

"You go play with the other children for a while," he said smiling. "You've worn Grandpa out!"

Image "Genial Older Man" courtesy of Rosemary Ratcliff / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Friday, May 17, 2013

FSF Challenge - Accident

Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:


I'm not sure sure where Lillie came up with this prompt... Oh, wait a minute, yes I do!:

Choosing a prompt for writing challenges using this method may be hazardous to your health.

Anyway, we all hope Lillie is doing well - and has a good dentist.

And now, on to the story...

Better Late

Travis had spent most of the morning dealing with the lawyers putting his long-suffering marriage out of its misery, but this had taken longer than planned, forcing him to miss an important meeting with the new director. To make matters worse, some stupid woman had plowed into the back of his car while on his way back to the office. He was too angry to look at her as he wrote down the time, date, and place. It wasn't until he grabbed the insurance information from her shaking hand that he realized this was the same sweet girl he'd dumped nine years ago before plunging headfirst into the matrimonial equivalent of Hell. Thoroughly disarmed, the car, the meeting, and all those years faded into irrelevance as he looked into her eyes and softly spoke her name.

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Running Joke

This morning I went for a jog.

I hadn't been running for about six months due to work and other issues, and I was badly in need of some exercise. Well, the sort of exercise that gets my heart and respiration rate up to where they should be when you exercise.

At this point, you're probably wondering what this has to do with writing.

The answer is: not a lot.

To be honest, the woodland path I run on has a sign at the start with a verse from of one of Robert Frost's poems. As a matter of fact, it's this one:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  
But I have promises to keep,  
And miles to go before I sleep,  
And miles to go before I sleep.
It's titled Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. It's an appropriate verse for a trail, even if it hasn't snowed for a while. But I had miles to go before I went back home to cut the grass, so I started my run. That's about as close as I can tie writing into this blog post.

The loop I ran today is a little over three and a half miles long, with lots of elevation changes. I ran about two and a half of those miles. I had to walk much of the rest because I'm a bit out of shape and the recent rains had rendered parts of the path submerged or slippery forcing me to make impromptu course changes more than once.

I suppose, too, that I like to take a look around when I run, so I stop often. I'm not training for the Olympics. Due to the cool, wet weather, the undergrowth appeared to be quite healthy and was full of wild geraniums and jack-in-the-pulpits. I don't think I've even seen a many there as I did today.

Image of wild geranium by K. R. Smith - may be used with attribution
Wild geranium

Image of jack-in-the-pulpit by K. R. Smith - may be used with attribution

As a disclaimer, these pictures are ones I took last year along the same path - I didn't have a camera with me during my run. There were also a few bluettes out, and the wineberry brambles were quite healthy. I'll have to check them out in a June.

I'm not sure why bluettes are called that. They're white, not blue. Must have been named by the same guy that named the purple finch (which is red, not purple). Go figure.

Wineberries are an invasive species. They are, however, quite delicious as invasive species go, and I do my part to prevent them from spreading by consuming as many of their fruits as possible.

About a mile into my run, I passed three young(er) girls going in the opposite direction. I raised my hand and said, "Good morning," but they just cruised past, ignoring me.

I also encountered the three Japanese folks that I almost always see when I'm on the trail. I don't know how we time it like that, but they seem to like the peacefulness of the early morning woodland, as do I, so perhaps that is the common factor here. I again raise my hand and say, "Good morning." They smile and nod. I don't know if they speak English, but they understand.

Finally, I descend from the uplands to begin the return route along the river. Once again, the three jogging ladies pass by, and I give a greeting for a second time which is treated with all of the significance of the first. I had the same effect on girls back in high school. And yes, I know they're on their second loop and hardly out of breath. Bunch of young (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) show-offs.

Eventually I found myself at the end of my run and began the drive back to what those who know no better call "civilization." As an example, I give the person waiting in front of me at a stoplight. It was a young woman in a Miata (top down - on the car, not her) with a Pennsylvania license tag seat-dancing out-off-time to "Sweet Home Alabama" which was blaring from her sound system. Now, I have nothing against Miatas, "Sweet Home Alabama," and certainly nothing against young women. Pennsylvania - I'll have to think about that... Put them all together, however, with the out-off-time seat-dancing, and it becomes curiously disturbing. There must be a story in that.

Oh, well. Time to cut the grass.

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Friday, May 10, 2013

FSF Challenge - Goggles

Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:


I admit it. I've stolen the idea for this – well, at least the main character if not the premise – from The Rogue Tinker's story. In the spirit of Dieselpunk, I offer Wardrobe Malfunction.

In truth, I just wanted to use the word Dieselpunk in a sentence because I'd never heard of it before today. Dieselpunk. I kind of like the sound of that...

Wardrobe Malfunction

Image from http://lilliemcferrin.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/DGBHop.jpg

It was Ysabelle's job to keep the huge analog computational engine that controlled the city's infrastructure working, and she had climbed high up the face of the metal beast to investigate a problem, finding herself in a situation that required both hands to maintain a secure grasp upon the greasy framework of the device. She had been listening for a ticking, or perhaps a squeaking, or some such improper noise when the entire device came to a stop with the loose strap end of her safety goggles jammed tightly between the teeth of the gears by her head, pulling her face uncomfortably close to the mechanism should it break free and begin working again. Now she was confronted by the choice of pulling her head out of the leather helmet – to which the goggles were attached – freeing herself and possibly enabling her to work on the strap, but exposing her long, coppery curls to divulge that a mere slip of a girl was all that was keeping the metropolis from chaos and that she had obtained the male-only position of Clockwork Steward under false pretenses, or risk a gruesome death by falling into the cogs if she let go, as two hands would be needed to liberate that small bit of dried animal skin bringing civilization to its knees. Perplexed, she clung to the metallic monstrosity, sprawled in mock crucifixion, trying to envision a third possibility, but no other option seemed even remotely possible. The city was facing ruin if the machine failed to run again, and she was facing death to make it so.

Please visit the The Rogue Tinker and read his FSF story

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Thursday, May 2, 2013

FSF Challenge - Festival

Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:


Another dark one...

Also, if I don't get around to reading and commenting on your FSF post, don't take it personally! I've been doing a lot of overtime for my day job these last two months and haven't been able to spend much time on the blogs.

The Festival

Image "Young Beautiful Woman Sleeping With Flowers Outdoor" courtesy of Just2shutter at www.freedigitalphotos.net

"Yes, it certainly is a beautiful day for the festival," the old man exclaimed. "So much color, music, flowers - and so many people here to enjoy it all!"

A young woman, clothed in a simple white dress, stood grimly silent by his side.

"Come now, dear girl, and put on a better face for the day," he pleaded as the sound of logs being stacked for a fire echoed across the grounds. "Although I must confess, I can't blame you," he added while running the garroting cord through his fingers, "as you're the one who is to be sacrificed."

Image "Young Beautiful Woman Sleeping With Flowers Outdoor" courtesy of Just2shutter / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved