Tourists
Steven Gould
So, Sean Craven, long time commentor here at Eat Our Brains, sold his first fiction to Tor.Com a while back. I was delighted because I saw the story as his submission to the Viable Paradise Writer’s Workshop where I got to meet him in the flesh. Click the pic to check out the excellent revised version.
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February 17th, 2010 at 8:38 pm
Hey, Steve — thank you very kindly for the plug.
I’d never have sent this out to a pro market because an earlier, much rougher version had been printed in a small press literary magazine, Monday Night.
I may have mentioned this to you, but your post here at EOB was the reason I applied to Viable Paradise. So in an odd, roundabout way you’re responsible for this story’s professional publication.
Heh. Maybe this should be the way you push Viable Paradise — it’s the writer’s workshop that pays for itself.
February 18th, 2010 at 11:47 am
Whoop! Grats, Sean. This is very good news.
February 18th, 2010 at 9:56 pm
You know what’s funny? I pretty much figured this was swamp gas until I got the check. One of my VP buddies flat-out told me that everyone knew this was going to happen before I did.
Oh, and Morgan? Thanks. You were a real source of stability for me at VP.
March 25th, 2010 at 8:30 pm
Congratulations, Sean! Now you’re rich!! Just like all the rest of us professionally-published writers.
I really liked the story — Very nicely dark and fucked-up.
I predict that you have a wonderful career ahead of you, if this is a sample. For God’s sake, this story even has a zombie in it. …Sort of…
April 19th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
Thanks, Rory!
Heh. I’m revising a film script now, with an eye toward using it as the basis of the next novel. I was stuck at the ending, and decided to sleep on it.
I woke up at two in the morning. “Aha! Given everything I’ve got in place there’s only one natural outcome — radio-controlled zombies operated by alien dinosaurs.”
I wish all stories could end like that.
April 19th, 2010 at 7:46 pm
Oh, and I may not be rich, but I was able to get an eye examination and three new pairs of glasses — bifocals, reading glasses, and computer glasses.
Now I can see because I told lies about my grandmother’s death. What could be better?