I’m doing a challenge in the month of February to mail an item every day the mail goes out. This made me realize I do not have nearly enough people whose addresses I know to fulfill this solemn responsibility. If you have a mailbox and you would like me to send some sort of paper product to you: please fill out this form.
I promise not to use these addresses for anything more nefarious than sending mail which hopefully will make you smile. And who knows, you might even get mail from some exotic location (like Wisconsin!) along my route as I drive across the country at the end of the month.
Edited to add my month of letters profile: http://lettermo.com/members/coral/
Hearts and puppies,
Two days before Christmas I got one of my short stories back from the eighth market I had sent it to. It wasn’t a surprise. The story is a little weird, and funny only on the darkest way, and to add more difficulty it was a holiday-themed fantasy story. Since holiday stories have such a short shelf life (I mean who really wants to read a Santa story in January?) I started to wonder if I should just table the story for a few months before sending it around again. In the end, the story is just too quirky and strange to easily find a home so I decided to make it a Christmas present for those who read my blog because I don’t update enough. So, if you were looking forward to a dark fantasy not-quite-Christmas story about an elf revolution and meat-eating were-reindeer, you came to the right place!
I love this story for a lot of reasons, but mostly because it taught me that I could write a successful short story in a small space. I’d struggled through a few short stories before this one, but none of them really worked and I didn’t know why. I wrote this one mostly during Mary Robinette Kowel’s short story intensive workshop last year. I enthusiastically recommend the class to anyone looking to improve their short fiction. I owe all of my sales this year to her and the lovely writing group that spawned from her workshop (many thanks to my Violet Revolution cohorts–I’ll be back soon and I miss you guys and gals!).
Without further rambling I present to you: It’s Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas Will Be Canceled
Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and if not please accept my warmest wishes for the coming New Year.
I have some very exciting news to share with everyone! In the last week I’ve found out about two stories I’ve sold that I’m clear to announce.
First, I sold a short story titled “The Sorceress Who Had No Heart” to Vitality Magazine. Vitality is a brand-spanking new magazine that just successfully completed their Kickstarter campaign. Sorceress will be in their very first issue and will also be illustrated! I can’t share the sneak-peek I’ve gotten at the preliminary sketches, but I think the artwork will be amazing. I’m so very excited to be a part of Vitality as their message is one that I stand behind, everyone deserves awesome stories. The first issue is slated for release in January of 2015. I will post the links whenever I get them.
Second, my novella “Inspiration: For Hire” will be published by Evernight Publishing (warning their website is absolutely not safe for work) in a multi-author series called Purgatory, Inc, also coming out in January 2015. I’ll share the cover and blurb as soon as I get them in my grabby little hands. Also coming up here in the next couple of months I’m going to try to get the other authors from the series to stop by and say hello.
Looks like the start of next year will be a busy one for me!
Hearts and puppies and elation,
Hello VP Alum and Staffers,
A few of us from last year’s class were very homesick when Mac started talking about VP food on Twitter. That got me to thinking that we should have a Viable Paradise Cookbook! I’m far from the first to have this idea, and I’ve seen it a few times so I can’t give proper credit to the originator, but it’s too fantastic an idea to let float any longer.
I’m going to take on the task of collecting and organizing recipes into some sort of printable format (yet to be determined and that’s something we can discuss) so that we can all have a little piece of Viable Paradise exactly when we need it.
There will be two sections to this culinary masterpiece: First, a section for the “official” VP recipes: Mac’s marvelous curry, Bart’s fudge, Uncle Jim’s pancakes, etc. Second, a section for alum and staffers to provide yummy recipes (inspired by VP or not) to share with everyone.
I’ve made an email address for the project to keep everything organized: viableparadisecookbook at gmail dot com. If you’d like to help out or contribute a recipe (pictures of food you enjoyed at VP also enthusiastically accepted!), please write there.
Let’s make something delicious together!
Coral Moore (VP17)
Edited to add: Cocktail recipes will also be accepted and literary recipe names are encouraged!
I hate the third of September. It’s the only day I actually hate. I wish September third had never been because I lost my brother eight years ago today. The rational part of me knows that even if there hadn’t been a third of September eight years ago I still would have gotten the early morning call, it just would have happened on another day. My inner five year old, however, is sure that if all September thirds were abolished, he would still be alive.
I have dreams of him, often. In those dreams he is happy and we do silly things like ride around in a bus and catch fish. I wake from those dreams still thinking he’s alive and the moment I realize he’s not is always painful. I relive that phone call again and again, trying to convince myself it was a nightmare. I want to call him. I want to hear him laugh. I want to thank him. I do not want a chance to say goodbye–never that.
I don’t think I’ve ever expressed this here, but all of my writing is because of him. Writing was his dream first. I borrowed his dream because I wanted to feel a connection with him. I fail at NaNoWriMo every year because of him and the threadbare NaNo 2003 shirt that I liberated from his room the day he died. I write quirky characters that he would have loved to read.
He introduced me to so many of the things I love that every day I am reminded of him and what a blessing it was to have him in my life. I am so thankful and I miss him so much. Today especially.
In honor of his life and his writing I’m adding a story to my Flash Fiction collection posted here that reminds me very much of him. I hope you enjoy A Mother’s Love.