Thursday, January 10, 2008

All is well--I start the new job Monday, I sold some CDs I don't listen to anymore and got $25, and I had a story accepted to Anthology Builder. It's already up--they work fast. It's "Night Court," a sweet little fantasy story that was first published in the first issue of Cats With Wings this past summer. It was also my first fiction sale ever. (I'd link to Cats With Wings, but their site seems to be down right now, and their mirror site is clogged with so many popup ads that I refuse to link there.)

Anthology Builder is a really cool concept and so far I've been impressed with the way it's run. It's still in beta right now, but they're adding stories daily and have a call out for artists to do more cover art. All the stories are reprints; there's no up-front payment, but every time the story is used in an anthology, the author gets a small percentage of the royalties. No one's going to get rich off it, but it's a great idea--I'm having fun browsing the stories and marking my favorites for when I put together an antho. They also have public domain stories--I contributed Kipling's "The Maltese Cat," one of my favorite short stories ever--and the proceeds from public domain sales get shoveled back in to get more public domain stories available.

5 comments:

seaslug_of_doom said...

Congratulations on the new job! Nice to be home?

K.C. Shaw said...

Yes! Even our bad weather is good here!

I'm so relieved I'll be working again, too. For one thing, it'll get me back on my ordinary schedule. I've been staying up too late and then sleeping too late.

seaslug_of_doom said...

I tend to stay up too late whether I have to work or not.

Whoever says humans are naturally diurnal is full of it, I say.

K.C. Shaw said...

It depends on the human. My brother is definitely not diurnal, but I am. If I stay up late and sleep late, I get onto a terrible schedule where every other night I have insomnia. But that was last night, so tonight I'll sleep well.

seaslug_of_doom said...

I wonder if there are vampire bats, in a cave somewhere in South America, wandering out at noon with a little cup of espresso in their wing claw, wondering why they can't get to sleep.