scifi

It’s Official! I’m in Clarkesworld Magazine!

Delighted to announce that my short story, ‘The Anchorite Wakes’, is now available in the August issue of Clarkesworld Magazine!

You can read it here.

This is a dream sale for me, to a market and editor I’ve long admired. I’m still pinching myself to make sure it’s real.

Check out the other excellent stories in the issue, and subscribe if you can. You won’t regret it.

In the meantime, excuse me while I celebrate…

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I Have Sold Things!

Long time no see.

Happy to say I’ve been busy and now I can talk about it.

I’ve sold my short story ‘The Bois’, which made the 2017 recommended reading list for the Nebulas, to three markets.

In my first translation sale ever, Spanish lovers of scifi will be able to read ‘The Bois’ in SuperSonic Magazine’s No. 11 tribute issue to Ursula K. Le Guin, which came out this July.

Huge shout-out to my editor Arrate, who really, really got me and this story, and made some amazing suggestions that helped this non-Spanish speaker immensely.

The Apex Book of World SF Volume 5 has also included my story. It’s available for pre-order now. Until then, you can enjoy a playlist of songs selected for each story here.  I love the one my marvelous editor, Cristina Jurado, selected for me!

Rosarium Publishing and the amazing Bill Campbell has also included my story in their  impressive anthology Sunspot Jungle Volume 2. I would have paid to get in alongside these giants of the field, but they paid me instead!

Everyone one of these collections includes other amazing stories, so feel free to buy them all.

To say I’m shocked this little story has done so well is an understatement. I trunked this story for years, convinced it wasn’t good enough. Had Truancy Magazine not had such a specific call for folklore based stories, I never would have dusted it off. This has been a great lesson for me in two ways. Never throw anything away and never assume a story is not publishable. Sometimes, it just hasn’t found it’s home yet.

Don’t give up on yourself.

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The Sunspot Jungle Anthology Cometh!

My Nebula recommended short, ‘The Bois’, is going to be in Rosarium Publishing’s new Sunspot Jungle two-volume anthology!

You can read the announcement here.

I mean, did you see the names I’m going to be appearing alongside?

DID YOU SEE?

AND LOOK AT THIS COVER!

Rosarium to release “Sunspot Jungle” 2 volume anthology!2018 will mark Rosarium Publishing’s fifth anniversary. To celebrate, they will be releasing a two-volume SFF anthology, entitled
Sunspot Jungle: The Ever-Expanding Universe of Science Fiction...

I’m beyond flattered and excited to be included, and I’ll let you guys know as soon as it’s on sale.

Not a bad start to 2018, huh?

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2017 Awards Eligibility

I’ve never done this before, so I’ll just jump right into it.

Hi, my writing name is R.S.A. Garcia and I have a story eligible for awards this year.

You can read ‘The Bois’ for free at this link.

Really nice people said some really nice things about the story here and here.

There’s a great list of everything published by black authors in 2017 here, which I’m on.

I’m also on the recommended reading list for the Nebulas.

I would love it if you read my story. If you’re a voting member for speculative fiction writing awards and you like it, please consider voting for it.

Thanks for stopping by!

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New Short Story – The Bois

Hello!

It’s been a while, right? Well, I have good news.

I have a new short story out!

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It’s called ‘The Bois’ and it’s in Truancy Magazine’s final issue, Truancy 4. It’s a futuristic take on the Caribbean mythical figure, Papa Bois, set in a colony of Caribbean descendants.

You can find it here:

The Bois by RSA Garcia

It’s free, so drop on by and check it out, along with the other great stories in the issue. Feel free to pass the word if you like it.

And thanks for reading!

Success!!

Just so you guys know, it worked.

You know that book I was posting bits of pieces of on here? The Nightward? Well, as planned, I finished writing it during my break.

I’ve moved on to beta readers and continuous edits, which will end either when the book is bought and polished, or when I trunk it.

Join me in hoping for the first option lol.

Also, am now working on finishing the sequel to LEX TALIONIS. Wish me luck getting that done by end of next month.

And how you doing today?

New Caribbean Beat Magazine Interview!

Hope you’ve all been behaving yourself while I’m away, putting the final scenes in my latest book.

Remember I mentioned some good things were coming up for me soon? Well, one of them just dropped.

Caribbean Beat magazine, the free in-flight magazine for Caribbean Airlines–one of the largest carriers in the Caribbean–interviewed me a while back. The interview is in the new March/April issue. This one is important to me because it’s a special article about the rise of speculative fiction in the Caribbean and several authors were interviewed. I got to keep company (again!) with Nalo Hopkinson, Tobias Buckell and Karen Lord.

How lucky does one girl get, right?

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You can read the interview here.

Hope you enjoy the article. Feel free to let me know what you think by leaving a comment, or contacting me via the ‘Say Hello’ form on this website.

Stay thirsty, my friends, and see you soon!

The Bookshine Bandit – New LEX TALIONIS Review

Happy New Year, everyone!!

Yes, I know I’m very late. But I’m only one week late in China!

I should have come by at least a couple of times last month, but in my defense, I was writing pretty steadily. I’m still at it and I’ve also been very busy at work, but I have some cool things happening on the writing front, so I thought I’d pop by, say hello and check in with everyone.

Hope you all are having a great year so far, and that only more good things are in your future.

While we’re here, you can check out my latest review for LEX TALIONIS. It’s later than the reviewer intended, but I’ll wait for a 5 star for a pretty long time lol.

You heard that, right? 5 STARS!

You can check it out at The Bookshine Bandit.

I have to say, I think the title of that review will end up being my elevator pitch lol.

See you again soon. Until then, stay thirsty, my friends!

A Wonderful New Review for LEX TALIONIS in Caribbean Beat Magazine

I’m really over the moon about this one!

Caribbean Beat magazine is produced by Caribbean Airlines and given away free on every flight they have, both in and out of the Caribbean, for two months. I’m extremely lucky and grateful to be included in their bookshelf. In the past, I’ve heard about great books like ‘A Brief History Of Seven Killings’–which won the Man Booker prize, among others–from reading the magazine while traveling around the islands on business.

You can read the review here, just scroll down a bit. 

My favourite part? The closing lines:

‘Lex Talionis sings a bloody song of both forgetting and redemption, and of the price we pay for a little tenderness, when least we expect to be taxed for our freedoms.’

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*Squees with joy*

*Dances around*

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled programme!

Tantie, Papa And The Mango Tree On Diego Colony

A bit from a story I’m still working on. Funny thing is, I finished another story with the same character and it got an Honourable Mention in the Writers of the Future Contest last year, but for some reason this story is just not cooperating. It won’t tell me how to get to the ending, just yet.

Guess I’ll just have to trunk it until it does…

The day I turn ten, my mother walk into the corrosive sea on the western edge of Diego colony.  She used to cut sheself during her depressions, so she wasn’t no stranger to pain.  She didn’t even whimper when the hissing lilac waves attack her legs and red stains start to drift ’round her in threads. 

I don’t know if I scream or say anything.  I remember her sinking into the waves, graceful, graceful, and I remember running toward her.  I was lucky–I trip and kilkitay on my face. I fling out my right arm, trying to save myself, just as a wave come toward me.  My hand started burning, as if a thousand flames was under it, and I could still see the lilac coming toward my face, hissing all the way.

That was a bad day.  The worst day.  I could deal with anything because of that day.

I keep telling myself that as I walk down to the pier, sand sucking and trapping my shoes all the way.  I have to prepare myself before I get to the crowd on the beach or crapaud smoke my pipe.

I have to forget the waves biting the shore in front me.

I almost reach them when they turn as one to look at me.  Resentment and anger shifting and molding so many faces.  It fascinating how them faces is every shade between white and brown.  You don’t notice them things when you pass people on main street, but here, together, I can’t see nothing else.

I blink and shake off the distraction.  The metal in me like patterns. Is just the wired side of me, fixating, as usual.

The crowd split as someone push they way toward me.  Manno.  He bare arms shiny with sweat in the midday sunlight.  He nutmeg brown face twisted with grief and rage.  Big man, Manno, but usually no trouble.  Today, with his son John John in a coma back at Diego’s only Clinic, he definitely my biggest problem.

Before the crowd shift and fall back in behind Manno, I see Boyie standing next to the pier. He scared, poor thing. Beyond him, at the end of the metal platform, he tiny ferry rising and falling on the lilac waves. 

“Now you reach?”  Manno’s voice almost cracks.  “Now?”

“Is Market Day.”  I reminded him.  “I come when I hear.”

“Well, we don’t need you.”  Esther, Manno’s wife, push through behind him and grab he arm.  She small and bald with big grey eyes in she cappuccino face.  Today, the look she give me make them less beautiful.

“Esther,” I nod my head at her.  “I very sorry for what happen, but don’t forget who you talking to.”

“You threatening us?”  Esther’s eyes narrow.  “Who food you does eat every day?”

“So you exempt?  You could do what you like because you run the hydroponics lab?”  I shake my head.  “Esther, I not Tantie for some–I Tantie for all.”

“You protect him long enough,” Manno says through tight lips.  “No more.  Not after John John.”

A murmur of agreement goes through the crowd.  I ignore it.  People will talk theyself into anything if you let them.  My job is not to let them.

Wondering if to even bother to finish it. Perhaps I should just move on to other stories instead of wasting my time?

Decisions, decisions…

Stay thirsty, my friends!