It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. Dedicated to the ones who survived 2020, and the ones who didn’t. Let’s do it. With tentacles.
Art: Poster for Lovecraft Country (HBO)
Every February in the United States, the country sets aside 28 (or 29 in a leap year) days to celebrate, discuss and engage Black History. Innocuous enough. And yet Feb. 1st seems to signal the beginning of a 28-day long ritual of whining. How come they get their own month? What about White History Month? It’s a cornucopia of misconceptions and endless micro-aggressive racial faux-pas.
I wrote a book. Again. An actual whole other book. Well actually, like last time, it’s a novella–that no man’s land between full-fledged novel and short story. This one’s called The Haunting of Tram Car 015. It debuts in one week, so I thought it might be important that I tell people about it.
That amazing cover is courtesy of artist Stephan Martiniere.
Have I really hemmed and hawed and procrastinated until the waning days of 2018 to do one of those SF/F award-y list-y things for the Hugos, Nebulas, and what-not? Absolutely and of course! Hopefully I caught ya’ll at a good time….