robousy
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Hello all. I am new to this forum so nice to meet you.
I finished my first novella (15'000 words) in january and am hoping to get it published in a SF magazine. I am not fussy where.
I really just need some guidance on where to start sending it.
I am from the UK originally but now live in Texas. I know this is a UK website but if anyone has experience with US publishers that would be great.
Here is a short excerpt:
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The trio assembled in the closet and ran through the drill once again. CJ stripped to his underwear while Max attached the breathing apparatus, and Fido pulled a syringe-full of God’s Tail from a metallic flask that had been prepared.
CJ eagerly climbed into the tank, and the warm water flowed in and filled the tank quickly. CJ gave the thumbs up and signaled that the breathing apparatus was working. Soon he was submerged and once again hung suspended in the chamber. Max nodded to Fido who administered the hybrid psychotropic waiting in the syringe. The chemicals began to course through CJ’s veins.
CJ’s mind quivered and his hands became numb. The initial ascension was similar to the previous trip, but the duration appeared increased. He still saw swirling geometrical patterns, but this time his own memories became map-like pathways that, by pure volition, he could explore like a vinyl disk: backwards, forwards and at any rate he desired. He had never known his memories were so indelibly imprinted in his mind. It was nothing short of miraculous. Just as he began to enjoy playing past experiences back to himself, the fear gripped him again, as he realized he was losing his sense of self.
BANG
…Once again, this comical land. The scenery seemed unchanged. The rock, the meadow, the stream. CJ smiled to himself and wandered over to the rock on which he had rested upon during his previous visit. The colors were bland, and the grass, pale and sullen. He began to wonder if the little creature that he had spoken to before was actually real, or nothing more than a figment of his imagination. He really didn’t think his mind was capable of generating such lucid encounters; however, he was really beginning to believe that the elf-man that he saw in his last visit was real.
A commotion from over his shoulder alerted him to his little friend’s presence. Again the creature waddled towards him, but this time with more purpose. CJ felt no fear and was looking forward to talking to this curiosity. He was beginning to think it might be some kind of angel come to give him the message from God.
The creature again stopped short of five feet from CJ and opened his little mouth.
“I am glad you have returned. I fear that I may have scared you before.”
CJ smiled and replied, “You damn near frightened the wits from ma skin with that accent of yours. Where d’ya learn to speak English?”
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I finished my first novella (15'000 words) in january and am hoping to get it published in a SF magazine. I am not fussy where.
I really just need some guidance on where to start sending it.
I am from the UK originally but now live in Texas. I know this is a UK website but if anyone has experience with US publishers that would be great.
Here is a short excerpt:
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The trio assembled in the closet and ran through the drill once again. CJ stripped to his underwear while Max attached the breathing apparatus, and Fido pulled a syringe-full of God’s Tail from a metallic flask that had been prepared.
CJ eagerly climbed into the tank, and the warm water flowed in and filled the tank quickly. CJ gave the thumbs up and signaled that the breathing apparatus was working. Soon he was submerged and once again hung suspended in the chamber. Max nodded to Fido who administered the hybrid psychotropic waiting in the syringe. The chemicals began to course through CJ’s veins.
CJ’s mind quivered and his hands became numb. The initial ascension was similar to the previous trip, but the duration appeared increased. He still saw swirling geometrical patterns, but this time his own memories became map-like pathways that, by pure volition, he could explore like a vinyl disk: backwards, forwards and at any rate he desired. He had never known his memories were so indelibly imprinted in his mind. It was nothing short of miraculous. Just as he began to enjoy playing past experiences back to himself, the fear gripped him again, as he realized he was losing his sense of self.
BANG
…Once again, this comical land. The scenery seemed unchanged. The rock, the meadow, the stream. CJ smiled to himself and wandered over to the rock on which he had rested upon during his previous visit. The colors were bland, and the grass, pale and sullen. He began to wonder if the little creature that he had spoken to before was actually real, or nothing more than a figment of his imagination. He really didn’t think his mind was capable of generating such lucid encounters; however, he was really beginning to believe that the elf-man that he saw in his last visit was real.
A commotion from over his shoulder alerted him to his little friend’s presence. Again the creature waddled towards him, but this time with more purpose. CJ felt no fear and was looking forward to talking to this curiosity. He was beginning to think it might be some kind of angel come to give him the message from God.
The creature again stopped short of five feet from CJ and opened his little mouth.
“I am glad you have returned. I fear that I may have scared you before.”
CJ smiled and replied, “You damn near frightened the wits from ma skin with that accent of yours. Where d’ya learn to speak English?”
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