eighties

This weekend I’ll be releasing a brand new short story – one that’s never been published before anywhere. It’s called Prolepsis: pro·lep·sisthe representation of a thing as existing before it actually does or did so, as in he was a dead man when he entered. It’s a time travel story of sorts (though it’s only the mail that makes the trip back in time) about a sci-fi ‘zine whose editor is gay. The bulk of the story takes place in the fall of 1986, when I was eighteen. Although the protagonist is twenty-six, I drew on a lot of my … Read more