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Interview with J. Kathleen Cheney

J. Kathleen Cheney’s story, A Hand for Each, appears in the Summer 2007 issue of Shimmer. For more information on J. Kathleen, visit her website or drop her a note.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STORY

Where did the idea come from?
Extended thought. I knew I wanted to submit a pirate story, but I actually stewed over it for about two months before I worked out a story line.

How did the story change as you developed it?
This is embarrassing. I realized after I finished the first draft that it shouldn’t replicate anything from the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies, so I actually went out and rented them. I did have to make some slight adjustments after that.

You know the advice “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.” Was there a scene or line that it really hurt to cut, but cutting it made the story stronger?
I did a lot of research on Polynesian gods and included some interesting little facets….which none of my first readers understood. Evidently, they hadn’t done research on the Polynesian gods, and so my clever little references were just confusing. So I decided to take them out.

How is this story like your other work? How is it different?
Like most of my other stories, dead bodies do appear somewhere. However, I’ve never set anything over water before (as I have a mild phobia about natural bodies of water), so that alone made it odd. Also, this had no female characters.

QUESTIONS ABOUT WRITING:

How long had you been submitting before you made your first sale?
I wrote a couple of novels before I ever seriously attempted a short story for publication…and I’m still waiting on selling a novel. I sold my first short story about three months after it went into the mailbox.

Do you work with a critique or writers group?
I’m a member of Carpe Libris Writers Group, and the Oklahoma Speculative Fiction Syndicate. I also participate on Baen’s Bar and in Critters.

What authors, if any, have had the most influence on your work?
Hmmm….Probably CJ Cherryh, Ansen Dibell, and David Eddings.

Favorite short story you’ve read recently?
Six Scents by Lisa Mantchev.

RANDOM QUESTIONS:

Do you believe in ghosts or the supernatural? Why?
I believe there are things we don’t understand and probably won’t ever understand.

Fast food: Yea or Nay?
I LOVE Taco Bell!

Name one place in your hometown that you love to go to and would recommend to others to visit.
El Paso? I’d drive (or hike) Trans-Mountain Road, which connects the west side of the city with the northeast side by going over the feet of the Franklin Mountains. Truly gorgeous.

Is there anything that you would “sell your soul” for?
Nah, not worth it.

Do you have a secret skill that you never get to show off?
I can suck my nostrils closed without touching them.

Quiz: How many writers does it take to change a lightbulb? Please explain your answer:
One. However, before the light bulb is ever turned on, several Beta testers have to make certain it’s in the socket properly, and only heaven knows how many times they’ll have to throw the switch before it actually turns on, sometimes waiting months in between trials.

Review, Shimmer Winter 2007 issue

Chris Gerrib gave the Winter Shimmer issue quite a nice review

Second, I finally got around to reading the Winter 2007 issue of Shimmer Magazine. If you’re not subscribing to this magazine, you’re missing a real gem. This edition seemed to be heavy on fantasy stories, but still well worth the price of admission. Highlights include:
* Juana and the Dancing Bear by n. a. bourke (spelling his), a lovely fantasy story about a Spanish princess and a talking, dancing bear. It’s quite nice.
* Duets, by Philip J. Lees, is a story about a harpist whose got a way with the ladies. He gets a pleasant surprise from his latest conquest, a fellow musician.
* Michael Livingston’s Catch of the Day was an unusual first contact story, but quite interesting.
* Sparrow and Egg, by Amal El-Mohtar, was a very short but surprisingly touching story. It’s really a parable for parent-child relationships, and quite memorable.

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Interview with Edo Mor

Questions about the story


Where did the idea come from?

A few years ago I spent two summers selling along the Costa de Luz in southern Spain. It’s not as popular as the Costa Brava or the Costa del Sol, and if you arrived on a calm day you wouldn’t know the reason why. The wind can be ferocious. Levante, from the east, can last for weeks and reach 8 or 9 Beaufort (gale force).

For awhile I was actually stubborn enough to try getting around on a bicycle. I distinctly remember one day: pushing the bike up a hill against the wind, a sudden gust pulls a loose pack of envelopes out of my bike pouch and skywards, a riffling like wings, like a flock of paper birds.

I remember another day, sitting in my tent at the campgrounds after a day’s work and listening to chairs and tables falling over, watching trash and leaves blow by. When it got like this, there wasn’t much you could do except sit and watch and listen. I was then working with my girlfriend (now wife). That kind of wind could spoil our work for days at a time. That was mostly when we fought, or felt doubts about being with each other, or wondered about our future together (international relationships can be difficult — she’s Argentinian). It’s usually somewhere in the midst of these aching moments in a relationship that one becomes conscious of the extent of their love for the other, and just how much one is willing to sacrifice. Anyway, you can see how the story idea came out of all this.

Do you work with a critique or writers group?

Yes, since the ClarionWest workshop. There were 18 of us, and we’re all (more or les) online together these days.

How did the story change as you developed it?

The ending changed. I had the two leaf-bodies dying together in an early draft. It was too sappy, not as interesting.

Questions about writing

Who do you write for? Yourself or someone else?
Myself and everyone else.

How long had you been submitting before you made your first sale?
About a year.

How did you celebrate your first sale?
Pizza. If i remember correctly…

What writing projects are you presently working on?
Lots of short stories. A few false starts on novels. I read in and between a lot of genres, and what I’m working on reflects that.

Favorite short story read this year?
“Snow,” John Crowley

Favorite book read when you were a child?
“The Never Ending Story” , Michael Ende

Random Questions

If you could trade places with anyone, who would it be? And Why?

This question is trickier than it sounds at first. If I traded places with Ghandi, for example, India might not have gained its independence so early, and something altogether wonderful might be happening this minute instead of me writing this at my desk.

I’m not sure I want to fiddle with history like that. Even in fiction, it’s a very tricky thing to fiddle with history. But the reason I mentioned Ghandi is because I’m intrigued by his ability to focus on people’s strengths and talents as opposed to their weaknesses. It’s said he had an extraordinary talent for this. I wonder what it would feel like, to have that kind of compassion.

Favourite food?
Falafel.

All-time favourite movie?
That’s a tough question, but my favorite movies this past year were “In the Mood For Love” and “2046”, by Directory Wong Kar Wei. They’re loosely related — see the first one first.

If you had a working time machine what advice would you give a younger self?

Give me another ten years or so to answer that question.

Interview 2 with Stephen L. Moss

Stephen L. Moss’s short story, Tom Cofferwillow Comes Undone, appears in the Winter 2007 issue of Shimmer. Stephen can be reached by email here.

Questions about the story:

Where did the idea come from?
The opening paragraph just popped out of my head during a writing session. I became intrigued by the idea of seeing how many made up words I could use without losing the thread of the narrative.

How did the story change as you developed it?
This one wrote itself, more or less. I just tried to take deep breaths and keep the vertigo at bay while my hands moved across the keyboard. The characters seemed to know what they wanted to say. The experience was exhilarating, if a little like trying to drive with no brakes.

You know the advice “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.” Was there a scene or line that it really hurt to cut, but cutting it made the story stronger?
There were a few words I thought I invented that turned to be real, if archaic, English words. Changing them was more of an annoyance than an episode of “darling killing.”

How is this story like your other work? How is it different?
This one is different from anything else I’ve done, though I suspect it is the start of a trend. I’ve always loved playing with language. When I was a kid I pretended my family spoke Latin at home. My “Latin,” however, consisted entirely of made-up words. I had a kid from my school completely bamboozled. He went around asking me the Latin word for everything until I became too exhausted to keep it up anymore and told him it was all bull.

Questions About Writing:

What writing projects are you presently working on?
I’ve got a complaint letter in the works to United Airlines. It wasn’t so much the fact that my luggage was late as their unapologetic attitude about the mistake. That and the fact that you cannot reach a human if you call their baggage information line. I hate that.

What authors, if any, have had the most influence on your work?
The obvious ones, like Lewis Carroll and Anthony Burgess, all apply here. I think Jabberwocky is totally horrorshow.

Favorite short story you’ve read recently?
An Episode of Stardust, by Michael Swanwick. It recently appeared in Asimov’s, part of a series set in a really cool world that has both elves and dwarves AND everyday modern technology.

What people have helped you the most with your writing?
Mr. Gibbons, sophomore English teacher. Dr. Tony Grosch, junior and senior year English teacher. My wife and first reader, Jennifer Moss, and Lawrence Ferlingetti, who doesn’t know me but I know him.

What time of day do you prefer to do your writing?
before dawn. All of the ideas are free then. No waiting.

Random Questions:

What is your darkest secret?
I put the “bop” in the bop shu bop shu bop.

If you could trade places with anyone, who would it be? And why?
I want to be Han Solo, don’t you?

Tell us about one place in your hometown that you love to visit and would recommend to others.
Milwaukee has the coolest art museum on this planet. It was designed by Calatrava and is shaped like a bird, complete with wings that flap open and closed several times a day. It looks out over Lake Michigan. Very cool.

What was the last CD you bought? The last song you downloaded?
I just bought a CD of solo harp works by Elizabeth Hainen. Occupational hazard.

If you could hop on a plane tomorrow and go anywhere, where would you go and why?
I’d hop a spaceship to We Made It and have a drink or two with Beowulf Schaffer.

Cat or dog person? (or birds, iguanas, or ??)
I’m more of the bandersnatch type, myself (sorry, couldn’t resist!)

Quiz: How many writers does it take to change a lightbulb? Please explain your answer:
Five. One to change it, one to convert the experience into a work of fiction, and three to form a workshop and criticize the writer’s use of the word “exalt.”

Interview with Philip J. Lees

Philip J. Lees’ short story, Duets, appears in the Winter 2007 issue of Shimmer. Check out his website.

Questions About The Story

Where did the idea come from?

From seeing the light reflecting off my guitar, maybe? From the Shakespearian line, “If music be the food of love, play on”? The truth is, I don’t remember.

How did the story change as you developed it?

I think this was one that came into my head pretty much fully formed, in terms of both plot and style. After all, it’s quite short. It was just a matter of writing it down (just!).

You know the advice “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.” Was there a scene or line that it really hurt to cut, but cutting it made the story stronger? May we reprint that scene or line? Or link to a very old version so that we may marvel at how much it changed?

The nice people at Shimmer asked me to cut the original introduction—about 100 words. I didn’t really want to do that, although I could understand the reason for it. Whether the story is stronger for the change is, I think, a matter of taste. As a reader, I have an old-fashioned preference for a slow opening to a story. I enjoy the sensation of a door opening on a different world and being drawn into it, immersed in it, before the action begins. The modern tendency is to hurl the readers directly onto the bobsleigh run and let them figure out where they are and what’s happening while they’re already hurtling down.

In the case of “Duets,” the short opening introduced the first person narrator and set the tone of the piece. Not strictly necessary, I admit. I think the story works fine without it. By all means print the deleted paragraphs if you like (though I have the feeling this answer is not what you were looking for).

As a rule, I feel pleased when I can cut something from a story. It means that I’m making an improvement, and that I’m close to getting it the way I want it. My early drafts tend to be underwritten, rather than overwritten, so the first revisions usually involve more adding than subtracting. Pruning away the dead wood is the final stage.

How is this story like your other work? How is it different?

Duets is not typical of my work, but then, none of my stories are (insert smiley here). Really, though, my fiction is all over the place, from literary stories involving characters I’ve encountered while living in Greece, through crime and mystery (sometimes with a speculative element, sometimes not), magic realism, fake mythology, to straight science fiction with spaceships and aliens.

Duets was something of an experiment in a couple of ways. It was the first time I’d written anything that involved magic (although whether the reader interprets it in that way is a matter of choice: as Clarke’s Third Law states, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”). More importantly, I wanted to play around with a more formalized, but at the same time lyrical style of writing, aiming to use musical rhythms in the prose and musical metaphors in the storytelling.

Questions About Writing

What writing projects are you presently working on?

I just finished a short story that examines the intersection of TV game shows and euthanasia. I have two or three other stories half written and I will finish them very soon, really I will. I’m also working on my third novel, Triple Jeopardy, which is a cult religious futuristic ecological thriller detective mystery story set in multiple alternate quantum realities. So far, I have a complete outline and the opening chapters. Another work in progress is a non-fiction article about how the Internet will affect home computers and the software industry (I am, or was, a bona fide computer scientist, among other things, so I have some credentials for this kind of speculation).

On the business side, I’m seeking a publisher for my second novel, The Changelings, which is about space exploration, human cloning, planetary colonization, interracial relationships, and all that kind of thing. At some point, I hope, I’ll also need to find an agent to represent me. I try to keep the short story submissions going out on a steady basis, not letting them languish on my hard drive.

Are you satisfied with traditional labels for genre fiction? Do words like “speculative,” “slipstream,” and, for that matter, “genre” cover it? What would you suggest?

I don’t like putting labels on any kind of creative output or on the people who produce it. However, I recognize that publishers, booksellers and the reading public (if there is such a thing any more) need to have a way of categorizing fiction. There are serious problems, though. To start with, nobody can agree on standard definitions. I once put a story of mine through a critique group and at the end I asked the question: Is this a science fiction story or not? The answers ranged from “Definitely a science fiction story” to “Contains no science fiction elements at all.” I wasn’t surprised. Then there’s the lack of consistency. Much of Michael Crichton’s fiction, for example, fits my personal definition of science fiction (I think that Jurassic Park fits any reasonable definition of science fiction), yet most people don’t think of Crichton as a science fiction author.

Living in Crete has made me more aware of mythology, and when you think about those ancient tales it’s clear they were the science fiction and fantasy of their time. Take the story of Daedalus and Icarus, for example—a story that almost everyone knows. I would say that it is clearly science fiction, because technology plays such a pivotal role. The Minotaur was an animal-human hybrid—another science fiction trope. Hercules was the first superhero, and so on. So what we call ‘speculative fiction’ and think of as something cool and modern is in fact one of the oldest forms of storytelling.

If we absolutely must have a name for it, I suppose I prefer speculative fiction, which at least suggests that it includes some aspect of the unreal, be it magical or technological. Using a catchall word like ‘genre’ is just a way of dodging the problem.

In any case, I’m happy to leave the labeling to the professors and the literary critics. I don’t think it matters what you call it: there’s just good writing, and not.

Do you think living for so long in a different country from the one where you were born has contributed to your writing?

Definitely. Learning about another culture has been fascinating in itself, but has also given me a different perspective on the society I grew up in. People who spend their whole lives in a single cultural milieu inevitably come to believe that the values and codes of behavior they’re familiar with are simply “the way things are” and don’t realize how much of it is arbitrary. So what is seen as polite in one culture can come over as priggish and standoffish in another, for example. On a broader ethical level, a large part of what people consider as “right versus wrong” is not a matter of absolutes, but can change depending on the local conditions and the point of view. Being aware of that gives me more freedom as a writer, because I don’t have to be blinkered by presuppositions. Matters like this have always been grist to the writer’s mill, of course, and if you look at writers’ biographies you find that many have lived in more than one country or have traveled extensively.

In more practical terms, becoming fluent in modern Greek has made me more aware of the capabilities (and the limitations) of my native English. With languages, as with cultures, there’s a huge difference between knowing just one and knowing two.

Do you have a specific food or drink that you consider a writing staple?

No, though I do tend to treat myself to a bottle of good wine to celebrate good news on the writing front (like having Duets accepted by Shimmer).

Do you work with a critique or writers group?

I used to participate in the Critters on-line workshop and I learned a lot there. I exchange critiques with a number of other writers, some of whom are present or former members of that workshop, others not.

Does your work tend to explore any particular themes?

I’m interested in characters who learn something about themselves, through the way they respond to circumstances or the way they interact with other people. One of the grandest themes in fiction is when a character, through stupendous effort, transcends his or her own limitations and becomes more than before. Of course, you can’t do that all the time or it would become trite.

On the other hand, I think that speculative fiction is a wonderful way of carrying out thought experiments involving technological or social issues. It’s much better than plain philosophical discussion because it lets you ask the question, “What if . . .?”, while being free of any constraints whatsoever.

It’s been said that readers can be divided into two groups: those who like The Iliad and those who like The Odyssey. Which camp are you in?

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, the former; on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, the latter. On Sundays I can’t remember the question. Really! Who comes up with this stuff?

Of course, the correct answer is that readers can be divided into two groups: those who believe that people can be divided into two groups, and those who reject such a ridiculously simplistic notion.

Random Questions

What is your darkest secret?

I’m sure there must be one, but it’s so horrendously awful it’s erased itself from my conscious memory.

Have you ever eaten a crayon? Tell us about it.

Not crayons, but as a child I used to chew on plasticine. That’s what we used to call it in England. I think in America it’s usually just called modeling clay. Lots of different, bright colors, for kids to play with. I can still remember the taste. Yum!

Fast food: Yea or Nay?

Neither. It’s an oxymoron.

All-time favorite movie?

Hard to say. Citizen Kane and The Third Man would be on the list. Terry Gilliam’s Brazil is certainly a leading candidate. Several of Gilliam’s other movies, too. Richard Attenborough’s semi-biographical Gandhi was amazing. Kubrick’s 2001 is still my yardstick for science fiction movies.

What are some of your hobbies?

I play bridge on a fairly regular basis. In the cooler months of the year I like brisk walking for getting the blood and the creative juices flowing. I listen to a lot of music, mainly jazz. I enjoy web programming and sometimes I even get to do it for money.

Is there anything that you would sell your soul for?

No. Anybody who’s read any significant amount of fiction knows that it’s always a really bad idea.

Quiz: How many writers does it take to change a lightbulb? Please explain your answer:

Certainly not more than two. More than two writers together as a group are incapable of accomplishing anything at all practical. Two writers might be able to collaborate long enough to do it, but by the time they finished they’d also have changed the socket, the light fitting, and the entire décor of the room.

So that leaves us with one writer. However, the correct answer is NONE: because writers like the dark.

Interview with Kuzhali Manickavel

Kuzhali 08Kuzhali Manickavel’s story Flying and Falling appears in the Art Issue of Shimmer.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STORY:

Where did the idea come from?
I was thinking about possibilities and expectations and how the distinction between the two tends to get blurred at times.

How did the story change as you developed it?
This one changed quite a bit actually, it went through four completely different storylines before it settled.

You know the advice “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.” Was there a scene or line that it really hurt to cut, but cutting it made the story stronger?
There were quite a few scenes like that. I wish I had saved some of them because I think they could have grown into separate pieces on their own. Unfortunately I over-wrote over all of them.

RANDOM QUESTIONS:

Do you have a specific food or drink that you consider a writing staple?
Candy. Lots and lots of candy.

Have you ever eaten a crayon? Tell us about it.
I remember eating a purple one and being very disappointed in it.

Winter 2007 Shimmer is released into the world.

Winter 2007We are proud to announce the contents of our Winter 2007 issue. Please click on any of the thumbnails below for a quick peek at a select choice of first pages.
Juana and the Dancing BearJuana and the Dancing Bear by n. a. bourke

We were at the court of Queen Isabella in Castile, Just-Simon and I. He played the part of a jester and I the dancing bear. Each evening, while dinner was still being cleared from the lower tables, he led me into the hall. There, on a floor littered with food scraps, I danced for the ladies and lords while Just-Simon played the wild music the Cossacks had taught him. It pleased the queen to listen to the music of snow and ice while the court swooned in the heat of a thousand candles. I danced in my blue silk harness with its hundred bells as if my blood were beating to the remembrance of starless nights on the open steppes.

DuetsDuets, by Philip J. Lees

I heard her before I saw her. Her voice, raised in anger, bounced off the wall of the saddler’s across the street and down the alley where I was walking, having just left the apothecary’s shop by the rear entrance. I hitched the guitar strap higher on my shoulder and quickened my pace, certain that adventure was at hand.

Tom Cofferwillow Comes UndoneTom Cofferwillow Comes Undone by Stephen L. Moss

‘Twas half-past Criventide and getting toward dark on the road to Torkson’s Manor where I kept my crackling hearth. I glanced up from my studies and reached for a nail, but my hand found the scutter empty.

Who’s been smoking in my drawers? I wondered. And with the shops closed for the night? Ah, well. Perhaps a cranny-search on hand and knee would yield a prize or two.

Catch of the DayCatch of the Day by Michael Livingston

“We have some questions to ask you, Mister Harris,” the man in the black suit said.

“Doctor,” Will said, trying to play it confident even as he squinted into the light, trying to separate the other people in the room from the shadows. There were three or four of them, he figured. And all of them, aside from the man in black, probably as nervous as he was.

“Pardon?” The man in the black suit spoke deep and smooth, like how Will imagined an old poolhall hustler would talk. A veteran of many a summer blockbuster, Will wondered for a moment if the man was an alien disguising himself as a human. Then again, Will of all people knew what aliens looked like now, didn’t he?

Eagle-haunted Lake SammamishEagle-haunted Lake Sammamish by Cat Rambo

“You’re nuts,” my husband told me.

“Land is always a good investment,” I said. “Here, I’ll send you the link.”

I mailed it to him and there was silence while he clicked through the pages on his laptop.

“This is in Utah,” he finally said. “It’ll be swarming with Mormons. Or there’ll be some sort of religious cult just down the road.”

“By purchasing this land for a mere 350 dollars,” I said, “I have doubled our property in the world. We are landed gentry now. I think that means we can be knighted.”

Interview with Cherie Priest

Lucy, by Chrissy Ellsworth

Night Milling, by Mike Driver

Lights out. Night milling.

Empty console room, bathed in flickering blue light from the VDU’s. Last delivery came in at 11pm, full load; lifters took the contents from the lorry bearing the blue Adams Grain logo into silo forty-three. Driver signed himself in, signed himself out. Security man checked the manifest and waved him through. Now the load makes its way from the silo into the tubes that lead to the grinding floor. Twenty-two grinders, some single, some double, speed into life; no one is there and the bright yellow ear defenders hang unused on their hook on the wall. Grind wheels grind, air pumps cycle silently to increase the flow, the mill wheels sift the finer grains, the remainder is recycled; more grist to get those sharp serrated teeth chattering excitedly. More to tonight’s delivery than usual.

Dwell on Her Graciousness, by Dario Ciriello

Yvène felt the pressure against her soul the moment she woke. She barely made it to the tiny cabin sink before she threw up. Gasping, she released the cabin’s foldout seat and settled before the little shrine she’d arranged in the study nook. She closed her eyes and breathed.

It normally took her less than a minute to uplink via her Dea implant, but she felt instead as if she were trying to work free of a wet blanket tied around her.

She ran a diagnostic on her uplink soulware. Nothing. She tried a second time. Still nothing.

Sparrow and Egg, by Amal El-Mohtar

A sparrow lies within an egg that lies beneath a sparrow.

“Egg,” says the hidden sparrow, dreamily, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sparrow,” says the egg.

“But egg, I love you more.”

“That may be, though I doubt it,” says the egg, “but I will love you longer.”

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Interview with Kurt Kirchmeier

kirchmeier 08Kurt Kirchmeier’s story, Penny Wise, appears in the Art Issue of Shimmer.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STORY:

Where did the idea come from?
It was inspired by a piece of John Picacio artwork, which very much had the feel of childhood about it.

How did the story change as you developed it?
My first few attempts at writing this story unraveled on me because I hadn’t gotten to know Ellsy or Harkyn well enough yet, so I guess the biggest changes came in the form of characterization. As soon as I got that down, the rest of story flowed quite smoothly.

You know the advice “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.” Was there a scene or line that it really hurt to cut, but cutting it made the story stronger?
There were a couple scenes involving various other spells being performed, but I ended up deleting them because I felt the story already had enough in the way of magical imagery. Unfortunately, all such scenes have been purged from not only the story, but also my hard-drive, so I can’t include one. I can, however, say that one depicted a quarter spell, and that it ended in a flurry of silvery feathers.

How is this story like your other work? How is it different?
It’s similar to a number of my previous stories in that it’s contemporary fantasy, told from the perspective of a youth. It’s different in that it relies more heavily on character interaction than a lot of my stuff does.

Questions About Writing:

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I loved writing stories as a kid, and used to create comic book characters complete with personality profiles and extensive background info (my first foray into characterization, I guess you could say), so I suppose on some level I always had an inkling that I’d like to be a writer. I didn’t know for sure, though, until after I started writing in earnest, which was roughly three years ago.

Who do you write for? Yourself or someone else?
Most definitely myself. That’s the only way to fly, so far as I’m concerned.

Who’s your favorite living author?
I honestly can’t narrow it down to just one, so I’ll name a few of my favorites instead:

Ray Bradbury
Guy Gavriel Kay
Charles de Lint
Robert Charles Wilson

Favorite book read when you were a child?
The Outsiders, though I believe I was twelve or thirteen at the time, so not really a child, I suppose.

Random Questions:

Do you believe in ghosts or the supernatural? Why?
Yes, I most certainly do, but at the same time I’m very skeptical of such things. Part of me demands proof, while another part of me wants to believe simply because life is so much more interesting with a dash a mystery thrown in.

Favorite restaurant?
The Cave. It’s actually designed to resemble the inside of a cavern (stalagmites, stalactites, running water—the whole bit), with each table getting personal maps in the form of placemats (so you don’t get lost for all eternity, as it’s rumored one customer did). It’s pretty neat the first time there, and the food makes it worth going back. Mmm, charbroiled ribs.

Do you have a secret skill that you never get to show off? (i.e. ambidextrous writing, blood-curdling screams, etc)
I could muster up a pretty impressive witch cackle when I was a kid, but since I grew out of that many moons ago, no, I don’t suppose there’s anything left worth bragging about.

Watch much TV? What’s good these days?
The only shows I make a point of never missing are Battlestar Galactica and Heroes, but I do enjoy the occasional episode of CSI and Scrubs, and the occasional documentary as well.

Do you check your horoscope?
Once in a while.

Winter 2007 Contents

Issue #6: Winter 2007

Issue 6

Nine magical stories, including “Sparrow and Egg,” from Amal El-Mohtar, and n.a. bourke’s gorgeous “Juana and the Dancing Bear.” Cover art by the marvelous Sandro Castelli.

Watch the trailer: video preview.

“…Full of magic, love, poetic prose, and again, magic. Not the kind of magic you expect in traditional fantasy stories—spells and bewitchment—but the kind of magic that pulses through the veins of a well drafted collection to enchant the heart. You will remember these stories long after you have tucked the small paperback among your other collectibles.”–Tangent Online

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Juana and the Dancing Bear by n. a. bourke

We were at the court of Queen Isabella in Castile, Just-Simon and I. He played the part of a jester and I the dancing bear. Each evening, while dinner was still being cleared from the lower tables, he led me into the hall. There, on a floor littered with food scraps, I danced for the ladies and lords while Just-Simon played the wild music the Cossacks had taught him. It pleased the queen to listen to the music of snow and ice while the court swooned in the heat of a thousand candles. I danced in my blue silk harness with its hundred bells as if my blood were beating to the remembrance of starless nights on the open steppes.

Duets, by Philip J. Lees

I heard her before I saw her. Her voice, raised in anger, bounced off the wall of the saddler’s across the street and down the alley where I was walking, having just left the apothecary’s shop by the rear entrance. I hitched the guitar strap higher on my shoulder and quickened my pace, certain that adventure was at hand.

Tom Cofferwillow Comes Undone by Stephen L. Moss

‘Twas half-past Criventide and getting toward dark on the road to Torkson’s Manor where I kept my crackling hearth. I glanced up from my studies and reached for a nail, but my hand found the scutter empty.

Who’s been smoking in my drawers? I wondered. And with the shops closed for the night? Ah, well. Perhaps a cranny-search on hand and knee would yield a prize or two.

Catch of the Day by Michael Livingston

“We have some questions to ask you, Mister Harris,” the man in the black suit said.

“Doctor,” Will said, trying to play it confident even as he squinted into the light, trying to separate the other people in the room from the shadows. There were three or four of them, he figured. And all of them, aside from the man in black, probably as nervous as he was.

“Pardon?” The man in the black suit spoke deep and smooth, like how Will imagined an old poolhall hustler would talk. A veteran of many a summer blockbuster, Will wondered for a moment if the man was an alien disguising himself as a human. Then again, Will of all people knew what aliens looked like now, didn’t he?

Eagle-haunted Lake Sammamish by Cat Rambo

“You’re nuts,” my husband told me.

“Land is always a good investment,” I said. “Here, I’ll send you the link.”

I mailed it to him and there was silence while he clicked through the pages on his laptop.

“This is in Utah,” he finally said. “It’ll be swarming with Mormons. Or there’ll be some sort of religious cult just down the road.”

“By purchasing this land for a mere 350 dollars,” I said, “I have doubled our property in the world. We are landed gentry now. I think that means we can be knighted.”

Interview with Cherie Priest

Lucy, by Chrissy Ellsworth

Night Milling, by Mike Driver

Lights out. Night milling.

Empty console room, bathed in flickering blue light from the VDU’s. Last delivery came in at 11pm, full load; lifters took the contents from the lorry bearing the blue Adams Grain logo into silo forty-three. Driver signed himself in, signed himself out. Security man checked the manifest and waved him through. Now the load makes its way from the silo into the tubes that lead to the grinding floor. Twenty-two grinders, some single, some double, speed into life; no one is there and the bright yellow ear defenders hang unused on their hook on the wall. Grind wheels grind, air pumps cycle silently to increase the flow, the mill wheels sift the finer grains, the remainder is recycled; more grist to get those sharp serrated teeth chattering excitedly. More to tonight’s delivery than usual.

Dwell on Her Graciousness, by Dario Ciriello

Yvène felt the pressure against her soul the moment she woke. She barely made it to the tiny cabin sink before she threw up. Gasping, she released the cabin’s foldout seat and settled before the little shrine she’d arranged in the study nook. She closed her eyes and breathed.

It normally took her less than a minute to uplink via her Dea implant, but she felt instead as if she were trying to work free of a wet blanket tied around her.

She ran a diagnostic on her uplink soulware. Nothing. She tried a second time. Still nothing.

Sparrow and Egg, by Amal El-Mohtar

A sparrow lies within an egg that lies beneath a sparrow.

“Egg,” says the hidden sparrow, dreamily, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sparrow,” says the egg.

“But egg, I love you more.”

“That may be, though I doubt it,” says the egg, “but I will love you longer.”

Interviews and Audio fiction on Shimmer’s website

At Shimmer, we’ve been collecting interesting interviews with our authors and sharing them with our subscribers. We’ve decided to start sharing them with the larger community. These will go up once a week both here and at Shimmer‘s Live Journal site . What’s more, we’ll periodically throw in some audio fiction. So, without further ado, we have an interview with Paul Abbamondi who first appeared in our Spring 2006 issue.