Archive for June, 2014

Clarion West Writers Workshop is a nonprofit literary organization based in Seattle, Washington, with a mission to improve speculative fiction by providing high quality education to writers at the start of their careers. As an extension of its primary mission, Clarion West also makes speculative fiction available to the public by presenting readings and other events that bring writers and readers together.

Every year, hundreds of writers commit to a summer tradition: to spend six weeks working on their writing goals while supporting Clarion West.  I will be writing a short story a week for the 6-week duration of the workshop — the same goal that each workshop participant must achieve.

Clarion West made a tremendous difference in my life when I attended over 20 years ago.  Please help me give something back by sponsoring my participation in the 2014 Write-a-Thon.  Go to my Write-a-Thon profile page and click “Sponsor Daniel Marcus.”

All sponsors of my 2014 Write-a-Thon goals will receive a digital copy of my short story collection, Binding Energy, described by Salon.com as “a cross between Raymond Carver and William Gibson.”

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I was very saddened to learn yesterday that Jay Lake passed away recently after a long battle with cancer.  I didn’t know Jay personally, although we had a number of friends in common.  I liked his work a great deal, though, especially his short fiction.  I also admired his courage and grace in the face of his illness, and his choice to share some aspects of his struggle publicly.  Charlie Jane Anders has written a really nice tribute, here

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I love a loud, dumb, pop-genre romp with plenty of splosions and plot and stuff as much as the next guy.  Probably more than the next guy.  But the latest in the X-Men franchise was hollow as an empty can of Tab, dumb as a box of crabs,  nearly as self-referential as my narcissistic ex from grad school, not quite as loud as a Pixies concert, and flatter than day-old poori.    So the Magneto Gandalf dude is a good guy now.  But his younger self is still a little bitch.  But maybe not.  And Wolverine is supposed  to go back in time to save Peter Dinklage from the blue lady, who wants to kill him because he’s gonna have invented an army of mutant-killing robots for Richard Nixon. But first he has to rip Tony Soprano’s throat out.  After that, the story starts getting complicated.  This is not so much a review as a lament.  What the fuck did I just do for two hours?  I don’t even know!  I just know I’ll never get them back.  Unless I go back in time and kill Patrick Stewart. Looks like if I wanna enjoy a shitty movie any time soon, I’m gonna have to wait until Joss Whedon detoxes from the last Avengers to slam out another big budget E-ticket.

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