On Tangent Online, Jason Sizemore just reviewed Shimmer, Summer 2006, #4
Shimmer Magazine is the type of publication that youâ€™re proud of reading in front of your peers. It is journal-sized, with an attractive, simple front and back cover layout. The interior has a clean, professional design. The font is eye-grabbing and large enough for most eyes to read without hassle.
Chris Gerrib has said some very nice things about the Summer issue of Shimmer.
The nice thing about being stuck in an airport for a few hours is you get a chance to read. Unless, of course, you like CNN Airport Edition. On my most recent trip, I got a chance to read the Summer 2006 edition of Shimmer Magazine. This little gem is only $5 for a hard copy or $3.50 for a download, and is well worth the read.
The actual magazine is a small digest format, with impeccable cover and interior design.
The Summer 2006 issue of Shimmer: Available August 1.
Heat makes the air shimmer. Itâ€™s too damn hot to write marketing text. Buy a copy of the Summer 2006 Shimmer. Read it.
Why? 8 new stories, art, and an interview with writing team Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta.
Angela Slatter, Tom Pendergrass, Paul Abbamondi, and Marina T. Stern return with stories of books, bureaucracy, blood, and heartbreak. Amal El-Mohtar and Stephen Moss make their fiction debuts. Beverly Jackson tells a fish tale, and Michael Livingston talks about gnomes. (Check out our Featured Author page to hear Michael read the story.)
Bonus: after reading, the print version works as a fan! Our pdf readers are on their own.
Okay, so the heat wave hasn’t hit Iceland, but for the rest of you this all holds true. Go buy the magazine. Better yet, subscribe.
13 – In 20 Epics there is some rain. We sold all the copies we had at Readercon. It was an epic job of salespersonship by interns, friends, us, others. Finding the epically designed books was a long sordid tale of hidden icons, misdirection, and dead letter offices which was only concluded when Mary “I live in Iceland” Robinette “Shimmer” Kowal tracked them down far into the Labyrinth past the Steaming Kitchens of Despair. The books sold grandly, richly, with bread and cheese and some ale. They found spots by the fire in inns, they were purchased by plucky, heartfelt, surprisingly good looking kids who in a certain light looked like writers. The books were prizes, ill-gotten gains, kept in saddlebags, used as hats, ripped in two and kept by distance-separated lovers. There are at least twenty epics in the book but you only have to buy one. Lulu. Powells.
Right. I’ve spent the last two days trying to find an appropriate image for Shimmer‘s Autumn 2006 cover. After looking at hundreds of pieces of art, I would like to know why it is so difficult to find a winged woman who is not a) nude b) carrying a sword c) nude AND carrying a sword d) offering someone salvation–with a sword e) badly rendered or f) all of the above. Oh, wait. I forgot the bondage angels. What’s up with that?
So, I think we’ll be commissioning the cover this time.
Indeed. The party went until sometime after three a.m. It’s weird. Culturally, when you throw a party in Iceland, you can expect that the guests will arrive an hour to an hour and a half after the stated start time. They’ll stay until three and then go downtown to finish partying. I can’t do this. Around one a.m. I started fading, in part because the last two work days had been fairly long for me. At one point in the party, as I was passing our bedroom door, I realized that if I snuck in and had a nap that no one would notice. The party was in the kitchen, the living room and outside. Everyone would just think I was in one of the other locations.
This is the first time I’ve ever done this but this is also the first time we’ve thrown a party without other Americans attending. They’ve always cued the other guests by departing at a reasonable, by our standards, time. I’ll have to learn to adapt to this schedule or figure out a way to have parties with an end time. That said, it was still fun. Even if I do feel guilty for needing to nap.
I spent most of today doing a rewrite on Ginger Stuyvesant and the Case of the Haunted Nursery. When I needed a break from that I reviewed portfolios for Shimmer, hoping to find an image that will work for the Autumn 06 issue. Alas. I have not found that magic image yet.
I started the day by dropping off copies of Shimmer in the Book room with Small Beer Press. Gavin Grant very kindly agreed to stock them for us. So far we’ve sold five copies of the magazine here. Which is great.
I also tracked down the box of Twenty Epics anthologies. They had gone missing and no one seemed to know where they were. David Moles, one of the editors, said that they had been delivered on the sixth and that “Warren” and signed for them. When I asked at the front desk, they actually knew what I was talking about, and happily took me to find the books. I suspect that Warren actually referred to the network of rooms below the hotel rather than a person. You know the movies, where the action hero runs through a warren of rooms and tunnels, passing through the kitchen of the hotel? Evidently, you have to pass through the kitchen to get anywhere.
After dropping off the books at, again, Small Beer Press, I went to breakfast with the gang from Codex. I’m happy to report that Doug Cohen, Elaine Isaak, Danielle T. Friedman, Will McIntosh and Joy Marchand are all delightful people. Much witty banter was had by all.
I headed off to a panel on Small Press run by Matthew Kressel and the other folks of Sybil’s Garage. It was a very interesting talk and gave me plenty of ideas for new ways to market Shimmer.
More panels, and more hanging out. I’ve purchased lots of small press magazines and a couple of books to take back to Iceland with me. Ah, and then I napped as well.
Paul Berger had arranged for a reading from the Twenty Epics anthology, since six of the contributors were here. It was fun and, much to my surprise, I was very nervous. I don’t get nervous in front of audiences much anymore, so sort of enjoy the sense of butterflies. I think it was because this was the first time I’ve read my own words in public. I’ve performed in plays with my words, but there’s lots and lots of rehearsal and cast mates to support the experience. I’ve read my words in recording studios, and I used to compete in interpretive reading, but this was different. Even my knees were shaking. I don’t think anyone noticed, but part of my brain was cataloguing the symptoms of nerves the whole time I was reading.
Then I hung out at the bar with Joy, Doug and Will. Joy and I declared that we were exhausted and headed up for bed where we proceeded to stay up till four a.m. talking through problems with pieces we are working on.
To start with, Joy and I drove past Walden pond to get here. It’s someplace that I knew was real, but never really thought of as real, know what I mean? People were swimming and playing; for most of them, I’m sure it was just the local pond, not some literary shrine. I was most taken with the trees. Walden pond sits in a bowl, surrounded by trees. The trees are probably not that remarkable, except that I’ve been living with limited access to them for months now. And no really big trees. But here, I couldn’t see the sky.
We drove on to Readercon. At first, it was a little bewildering to wander around knowing that there were people here who I knew online. I just didn’t know what they looked like.
So Joy and I decided to dive into the panels. We started with A Nomenclature of the Fantastic, then moved on to a reading of China Mieville’s new unpublished novel. He has a beautiful reading voice.
Afterwards, we ran into Doug Cohen, John Joseph Adams, which were the only two I’d met before. Then I met Paul Berger, who is in Twenty Epics with me. Joy introduced me to Will McIntosh, who I knew from Codex but had never met. We did not get to see Jenny Rae Rappaport, who was supposed to be our roommate, because she is at home with a nasty stomach flu. Everyone send her get well wishes.
I also met David Louis Edelman, whose first novel just came out; Lancer Kind, a fellow West Coaster and many other people whose business cards I didn’t take. I’m terrible at names.
What kind of pirates? All kinds – fantasy, science fiction, contemporary, historical, futuristic, high seas, deep space – if it’s got pirates and it’s speculative fiction, Captain Adams wants it. The usual Shimmer guidelines apply, but with pirates.
Bring us your pirate stories for Summer 2007, the Pirate Issue.
Submission porthole: December 1, 2006-January 31, 2007.
Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org with “Pirate Submission: Title” in the subject line.
Ye scurvy sea-dogs need some inspirin’? Here are some links to get ye started.
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