Valentine's day! I forgot!
It is now officially Valentine's Day here and Senga will expect a present when she wakes up. I have no fresh hearts and she won't be happy with a pickled one. So it seems I have to visit the village tonight.
Oh well. Can't be helped. First, though, this -
The new Alienskin magazine is online, with sad news to relate.
It comes to us all in the end. Angels and devils might pass you by, but Death never forgets your name.
In this issue, Sergeant Shelsky discusses the free exchange of ideas among SF writers while Lady Blade deals with (harumph) well, you know, the sweatier aspects of a relationship. It's to do with fantasy but the image of orcs engaged in - ahem. Moving on quickly...
My own contribution considers the most horrible thing imaginable - children! Well, mine is, anyway. I've had to confiscate his toy guns after I caught him in the workshop, rifling the barrels and fitting proper firing pins. Mischievous little scamp!
I've also reviewed a book for this issue. A really good one. It's come from The Horror Zine. Don't worry, I'm not promoting the competition. The Horror Zine takes stories way over the wordcount for Alienskin, and also has art and poetry sections. So we're not competing for the same stories and there's time to read both.
Alien Queen Mother has been wandering the world and has submitted to interrogation. So have others. Their answers make interesting reading.
Must dash. The late-night butcher will still be open and I can pick some swamp flowers on the way back. I suppose I should really restrict myself to the non-deadly ones, although they are also the least interesting. It's only once a year, so I suppose I can put up with it.
