Friends in Command — excerpt 5

“Is there anything you have to say for yourself, Ensign?”

Aaron took a deep breath. “Uh, no, sir.”

The major raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Well, uh, just that I did my best, sir.”

“Your best?” said Major Achilles, his eyes growing wide in a terrifying grimace. “You broke orders, mangled your ship beyond repair, and missed your target objective by almost an entire kilometer! How is that your best?”

“But I got them in alive,” Aaron all but whimpered.

“What was that, Ensign?”

Aaron hesitated, but the weight of Achilles’s glare forced him to continue.

“I got them in alive, sir. My platoon, I mean. I got them in.”

“And what of your drop-ship?”

“Ships can be replaced, sir. People cannot.”

He regretted the words almost the moment they left his mouth. How stupid was he to talk back to a major? He was going to get skinned for sure.

To his surprise, though, Major Achilles only nodded. “Indeed, Ensign. Ships are very replaceable.”

He turned his back on Aaron to pace for a couple of steps. Aaron’s heart raced, and his feet twitched nervously. What the hell was going on?

“The Tajjis have sent us almost a hundred and fifty brand new warships from their dockyards,” Major Achilles said. “They have not sent us the personnel to command them, though. We are to provide that. And right now, this fleet is very short on personnel.”

This “fleet”? Aaron wondered. Since when had the Flotilla become a full-fledged fleet?

“We need more than warm bodies to fill command chairs, though,” Achilles continued. “We need men and women who have proved themselves under fire, who have demonstrated ingenuity and resourcefulness and have the will to make hard decisions under pressure. Does that describe you?”

Aaron’s heart leaped, and his mouth suddenly went dry. Commander Noah gave him a knowing look.

“I-I think so, sir,” he stammered.

Friends in Command

Friends in Command

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The Imperials are back, and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn't going to stop them. But they aren't the only enemies of the new Outworld Confederacy. Together, Aaron and Mara must face a threat from within.

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The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The war for the Outworlds is on. The Imperials may have lost the first round, but they’re back—and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn’t going to stop them.

When Aaron recieves a captain’s commission in the new Outworld Confederacy, Mara is his natural choice for second in command. But Mara never expected to live past the first few battles. She only joined the resistance to avenge her father, and fears the monster she’s starting to become. The only thing she has left to live for now is her friends.

The Imperials aren’t the only enemy in this war, though. The friends must face a threat from within in

SONS OF THE STARFARERS
BOOK IV: FRIENDS IN COMMAND

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Genres: Science Fiction, Space Opera
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Publication Year: July 2015
Length: short novel
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Joe Vasicek fell in love with science fiction and fantasy when he read The Neverending Story as a child. He is the author of more than twenty books, including Genesis Earth, Gunslinger to the Stars, The Sword Keeper, and the Sons of the Starfarers series. As a young man, he studied Arabic at Brigham Young University and traveled across the Middle East and the Caucasus Mountains. He lives in Utah with his wife and two apple trees.

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Friends in Command — excerpt 4

Just one week before Friends in Command (Sons of the Starfarers: Book IV) is released! Here’s another excerpt to give you a taste of it. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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Aaron tugged at the collar of his new uniform as he waited in front of the door to the briefing room. The cut was a little tight—it would take some time to break in. The uniforms had just arrived at the commissary two weeks ago, and everyone on the command deck was wearing them. After serving on the Flotilla with pilots from all across the Outworlds, it was strange to see such uniformity all around him.

The door hissed open, and he took a tentative step inside. The circular hall had several concentric rows of seats, all directed to a large holographic projector in the center. Three podiums were spaced equally around the projector, each commanding a third of the room. When Aaron walked in, though, the place was empty except for two people: Commander Noah and Major Achilles.

The two men turned to face him. Noah, Aaron’s commanding officer from Paladin wing, was tall and thin with long blond hair tied back beneath his uniform. In contrast, Major Achilles had dark skin and a massively broad chest, with muscular arms that were at least as thick as Aaron’s legs. His wide, round face had a flat nose and lips that curled naturally into a frown. A fearsome tattoo ran from his right eye across the whole of his cheek.

Aaron swallowed. The major gave him a salute as sharp as a razor’s edge.

“Ensign Deltana.”

“Major Achilles, sir.” Aaron returned the salute as sharply as he could.

In one smooth, swift motion, the major’s hand returned to his side. “Sit down, Ensign.” His eyes never left Aaron’s.

Aaron walked to the front of the room and sat down on the first row. Noah nodded to him and smiled, relieving the tension somewhat, but the frown never left Achilles’s face. If anything, it only deepened.

Friends in Command

Friends in Command

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The Imperials are back, and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn't going to stop them. But they aren't the only enemies of the new Outworld Confederacy. Together, Aaron and Mara must face a threat from within.

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About the Book

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The war for the Outworlds is on. The Imperials may have lost the first round, but they’re back—and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn’t going to stop them.

When Aaron recieves a captain’s commission in the new Outworld Confederacy, Mara is his natural choice for second in command. But Mara never expected to live past the first few battles. She only joined the resistance to avenge her father, and fears the monster she’s starting to become. The only thing she has left to live for now is her friends.

The Imperials aren’t the only enemy in this war, though. The friends must face a threat from within in

SONS OF THE STARFARERS
BOOK IV: FRIENDS IN COMMAND

Details
Author: Joe Vasicek
Series: Sons of the Starfarers, Book 4
Genres: Science Fiction, Space Opera
Tag: 2015 Release
Publication Year: July 2015
Length: short novel
List Price: $9.99
eBook Price: $2.99
Joe Vasicek

Joe Vasicek fell in love with science fiction and fantasy when he read The Neverending Story as a child. He is the author of more than twenty books, including Genesis Earth, Gunslinger to the Stars, The Sword Keeper, and the Sons of the Starfarers series. As a young man, he studied Arabic at Brigham Young University and traveled across the Middle East and the Caucasus Mountains. He lives in Utah with his wife and two apple trees.

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Friends in Command — excerpt 3

Breakfast wasn’t anything special. Mara sat at the same table as the others, but a little ways off. The others would fill in around her—those who dressed fast enough to make it to the mess hall in time, that was. She couldn’t understand why so many of them waited until after their run to dress properly.

Two of the soldiers missed breakfast, but Aaron wasn’t one of them. He made it in just as the mess hall’s doors slit shut. His fatigues were blue, a noticeably different color from the olive green of the rest of the platoon. Technically, as a drop-ship pilot, his command chain went through Commander Noah, not her. So long as he slept and ate with the rest of the platoon, though, she wasn’t about to clarify that point.

Such a mess, she thought to herself as she stirred her bowl of gray synthmeal. It’s been that way ever since the Battle of Colkhia. Almost half of the platoon had died in that battle, and they’d been limping along ever since. If the rest of the Flotilla hadn’t been just as disorganized, they’d probably have been disbanded by now. The first campaign of the war was over, and they’d captured several Imperial warships intact. But no one knew who would command them, or whose authority they’d fall under, or even where the crews were going to come from. Some of the pilots were even starting to desert, saying that the Imperials had been beaten and that the war was as good as over. But Mara knew the truth. The Imperials wouldn’t give up so easily. They’d be back.

“Hey there,” said Aaron, sitting down across the table from her. His tray was mostly empty, except for a bowl of dried fruit and synthmeal and a protein shake. That was different—usually, Aaron piled on as much food as he could eat, which was invariably more than her.

“Where have you been, Aaron?” she asked in Gaian. Even though it was more convenient to talk in their native Deltan, he needed as much practice as he could get.

“Guess,” he said in Deltan, completely ignoring her attempt to help him practice the language. She rolled her eyes and gave up trying.

“I don’t know, Aaron. Where?”

“On my way here, I got a message from Major Achilles.” He lifted his arm and held out his wrist console so she could see. “He wants me to meet him on the command deck right after mess, in the briefing chamber.”

Mara frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Am I in trouble?”

“I doubt it. If you were, they would have disciplined you through Commander Noah.” Or not. With how disorganized everything was, she could see a mid-ranking officer going over Noah’s head. But a major? Aaron would have had to have done something extreme to be disciplined by the top brass, and to her knowledge, he hadn’t done anything of the sort.

He sighed. “That’s a relief. I didn’t think so, but hey, you never know.”

“What does it say?” she asked, peering at the screen.

“Not much—just that I’m supposed to report to the briefing room promptly after mess.”

It’s a transfer, Mara thought, her gut sinking. Aaron was about to receive a new assignment.

 

Friends in Command

Friends in Command

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The Imperials are back, and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn't going to stop them. But they aren't the only enemies of the new Outworld Confederacy. Together, Aaron and Mara must face a threat from within.

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About the Book

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The war for the Outworlds is on. The Imperials may have lost the first round, but they’re back—and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn’t going to stop them.

When Aaron recieves a captain’s commission in the new Outworld Confederacy, Mara is his natural choice for second in command. But Mara never expected to live past the first few battles. She only joined the resistance to avenge her father, and fears the monster she’s starting to become. The only thing she has left to live for now is her friends.

The Imperials aren’t the only enemy in this war, though. The friends must face a threat from within in

SONS OF THE STARFARERS
BOOK IV: FRIENDS IN COMMAND

Details
Author: Joe Vasicek
Series: Sons of the Starfarers, Book 4
Genres: Science Fiction, Space Opera
Tag: 2015 Release
Publication Year: July 2015
Length: short novel
List Price: $9.99
eBook Price: $2.99
Joe Vasicek

Joe Vasicek fell in love with science fiction and fantasy when he read The Neverending Story as a child. He is the author of more than twenty books, including Genesis Earth, Gunslinger to the Stars, The Sword Keeper, and the Sons of the Starfarers series. As a young man, he studied Arabic at Brigham Young University and traveled across the Middle East and the Caucasus Mountains. He lives in Utah with his wife and two apple trees.

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Friends in Command — excerpt 2

Aaron slept through his morning alarm, but not through the banging on his sleepcube door.

He groaned and lashed out with a kick, landing it squarely on the tiny hatch that was the only way in or out of the private sleepcube. The banging stopped, but the alarm was impossible to ignore. He slapped at it with a sleepy hand and only succeeded in banging his elbow against the wall. The pain was so sharp that he swore.

Through the sleepcube’s thin walls, he could hear people rushing out to the ladders. He sat up as much as he could in the narrow space and tried again with the alarm. This time, he managed to switch it off.

“All right, grunts!” he heard Mara yell in Gaian at the top of her lungs. “You know the drill. Chow’s in fifteen, and stragglers don’t eat, so line up!”

The upshift run, first exercise routine of the day. Hell, Fourth Platoon was practically on the verge of being disbanded, and she still drilled them harder than any other unit on New Hope Station. Ever since the Battle of Colkhia two standard months ago, it had been nothing but drills and exercises. She worked them so hard, it almost felt like the fighting had been half a lifetime ago.

Fortunately, he’d slept in his fatigues. All he needed to do was open the door and crawl down the ladder to line up with the rest of the platoon.

Before he did that, though, he took his portable dream monitor and stuffed it into the storage unit behind the headboard. The sleepcubes were supposed to be private, but he didn’t want to risk anyone finding it. Not that it was something he shouldn’t have—plenty of soldiers had private entertainment systems that they used in their free time. But if Mara knew he was still using… Well, he figured it was best to be safe.

Friends in Command

Friends in Command

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The Imperials are back, and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn't going to stop them. But they aren't the only enemies of the new Outworld Confederacy. Together, Aaron and Mara must face a threat from within.

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About the Book

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The war for the Outworlds is on. The Imperials may have lost the first round, but they’re back—and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn’t going to stop them.

When Aaron recieves a captain’s commission in the new Outworld Confederacy, Mara is his natural choice for second in command. But Mara never expected to live past the first few battles. She only joined the resistance to avenge her father, and fears the monster she’s starting to become. The only thing she has left to live for now is her friends.

The Imperials aren’t the only enemy in this war, though. The friends must face a threat from within in

SONS OF THE STARFARERS
BOOK IV: FRIENDS IN COMMAND

Details
Author: Joe Vasicek
Series: Sons of the Starfarers, Book 4
Genres: Science Fiction, Space Opera
Tag: 2015 Release
Publication Year: July 2015
Length: short novel
List Price: $9.99
eBook Price: $2.99
Joe Vasicek

Joe Vasicek fell in love with science fiction and fantasy when he read The Neverending Story as a child. He is the author of more than twenty books, including Genesis Earth, Gunslinger to the Stars, The Sword Keeper, and the Sons of the Starfarers series. As a young man, he studied Arabic at Brigham Young University and traveled across the Middle East and the Caucasus Mountains. He lives in Utah with his wife and two apple trees.

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I AM A REAL PERSON

To whomever it may concern,

On June 8th, I wrote an email to Tor.com withdrawing one of my stories in response to the highly unprofessional and inflammatory comments made by Irene Gallo about the Hugo awards controversy. In the past week, it appears that many other writers and readers have contacted both Tor.com and Tor Books to express similar disconent. It also appears that some of the senior members of your organization are attempting to dismiss these responses as manufactured outrage propagated by bots, and not by real people.

I would like to make it clear to anyone at Tor.com and Tor Books that I am a real person, and that the email that I sent on June 8th was not solicited by Vox Day or any other person. Ms. Gallo has since apologized “to anyone hurt by my comments,” and while I appreciate the gesture, without a retraction of her original statements, the gesture is empty. Furthermore, repeated comments from Moshe Feder, the Nielsen Haydens, and other senior members of your organization demeaning large segments of your company’s clientele lead me to believe that the problem is not with a few individuals acting in poor judgment, but with the corporate culture at Tor.

In my first email, I stated that I could not in good conscience continue to support your organization by submitting my stories for publication at Tor.com. The events of the last seven days have made me reluctant to buy Tor books as well. In the coming months, I hope that we can move past this controversy so that we can get back to reading, writing, and publishing stories that we all love, without concern for politics. However, until the corporate culture at Tor has changed to be more inclusive of readers and writers like me, I do not see how that is possible.

Sincerely yours,

Joe Vasicek

Friends in Command — excerpt 1

Mara Soladze never expected her greatest moment of triumph to feel so empty.

The SMG bucked in her hand as she sprayed bullets across the starship bunkroom. Her hand was steady, her grip firm. The three Gaian Imperial officers cried out in terror as she cut them to the floor. They fell with bright red bloodstains on their uniforms, the immaculately white fabric soaking it up like a sponge. The fat one—her father’s killer—raised his hands to plead with her, his strength quickly fading as his blood pooled at his knees.

Mara regarded him coolly, trying in vain to savor her victory. As much as she wanted to relish the moment, she found it impossible to feel anything at all.

The man’s bulging, corpulent face began to sag. She tried to remember what he looked like when he’d given the order to the firing squad that had shot her father—that awful dispassionate look, as if he were squashing a bug—but for all the stars of Earth, she couldn’t remember what he’d looked like then. All she saw was a terrified man who didn’t want to die.

Her finger squeezed the trigger, and a burst of gunfire exploded in the center of the man’s head.

The Imperial officer slumped to the floor. “That’s for my father, you son of a bitch,” she heard herself say. The words hung limp in the air, losing their force almost the moment they left her mouth.

The scene blurred before her, and her vision turned to darkness. This isn’t real, she told herself. It’s a dream—you’re dreaming this. She felt as if she had just watched the massacre through a stranger’s eyes. But, of course, it wasn’t a stranger; it was her. And the scenes playing out before her were more than just dreams. They were memories.

“I did it for you, Father,” she shouted into the void. “I paid him back for killing you. Is it enough?” Will it ever be enough?

* * * * *

Friends in Command (Sons of the Starfarers: Book IV) comes out on July 1st, but you can pre-order it now! I’m very excited for this book to come out. If you’ve read the other books in the Sons of the Starfarers series, I think you’ll really enjoy this one. From now until release day, I’ll be posting short excerpts (350 words or less) for you guys to preview. Thanks for reading!

Friends in Command

Friends in Command

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The Imperials are back, and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn't going to stop them. But they aren't the only enemies of the new Outworld Confederacy. Together, Aaron and Mara must face a threat from within.

Order Now!
About the Book

The future of the Outworlds now lies in uncertain hands.

The war for the Outworlds is on. The Imperials may have lost the first round, but they’re back—and this time, a ragtag flotilla isn’t going to stop them.

When Aaron recieves a captain’s commission in the new Outworld Confederacy, Mara is his natural choice for second in command. But Mara never expected to live past the first few battles. She only joined the resistance to avenge her father, and fears the monster she’s starting to become. The only thing she has left to live for now is her friends.

The Imperials aren’t the only enemy in this war, though. The friends must face a threat from within in

SONS OF THE STARFARERS
BOOK IV: FRIENDS IN COMMAND

Details
Author: Joe Vasicek
Series: Sons of the Starfarers, Book 4
Genres: Science Fiction, Space Opera
Tag: 2015 Release
Publication Year: July 2015
Length: short novel
List Price: $9.99
eBook Price: $2.99
Joe Vasicek

Joe Vasicek fell in love with science fiction and fantasy when he read The Neverending Story as a child. He is the author of more than twenty books, including Genesis Earth, Gunslinger to the Stars, The Sword Keeper, and the Sons of the Starfarers series. As a young man, he studied Arabic at Brigham Young University and traveled across the Middle East and the Caucasus Mountains. He lives in Utah with his wife and two apple trees.

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My take on the Sad Puppies

There’s been a lot of mud-slinging in the past few months regarding the Sad Puppies, and it’s increasingly difficult to navigate the SF&F side of the internet without getting caught up in it. I’ve been reluctant to weigh in publicly on Sad Puppies 3, simply because I’ve been dissapointed to find that authors whom I otherwise love and respect saying things that I find reprehensible. As Mark Twain so famously said, better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.

That said, I think we’re fast approaching the point (if we haven’t passed it already) where neutrality and silence are just as contemptible as outright partisanship. Lines are being crossed, and people are being bullied and defamed. In such an environment, I would rather have people know where I stand than to try to pretend that nothing is happening.

For the purpose of this post, I’m going to assume that you already know the basics about what’s going on. If you don’t, I would recommend you start by reading these two posts by Brad Torgerson announcing Sad Puppies 3 and explaining why it’s necessary, Larry Correia’s explanation for why he started the whole thing, and Eric Flint’s rebuttal to them both.

The Sad Puppies controversy is a bit complicated, and my position doesn’t fall neatly into any one camp. There are people like Brad Torgersen and Eric Flint that I respect on both sides of the controversy. That said, the people that I find toxic all fall squarely into the anti-puppy camp. They are the ones who define fandom the most narrowly, and in my experience they are the ones with the most intolerant views.

My own experience with Worldcon and the Hugos is rather limited. I attended Renovation 69 in 2011 and was actually rather struck with how small and insular the convention seemed to be. Until then, I had revered the Hugo Award as the most prestigious award in the SF&F field, and when I realized that the vast majority of readers were not represented at the con, that prestige was tarnished. But my response at the time was to shrug and say “oh well.”

I don’t say this to disparage Worldcon at all, because I enjoyed myself there and would genuinely like to attend as often as I could. But the Hugos themselves lost quite a bit of their allure, and I no longer felt it so important to participate in the voting or involve myself in them.

When Sad Puppies 1 happened, I therefore stayed mostly on the sidelines. I sympathized with Larry Correia, both because I’ve met him in person and found him to be an affable fellow, and also because we share similar political and religious views. However, I didn’t really get involved.

For Sad Puppies 2, I also mostly stayed out of it. There were quite a bit more rumblings the second year, and when the anti-puppies rubbed their victory into everyone’s faces following the 2014 Hugo, I was seriously unimpressed with their behavior (especially Scalzi’s).

So when the Sad Puppies swept the Hugo nominations in 2015, I have to admit that it felt pretty gratifying. I already knew that the Hugos didn’t really represent my side of fandom, and I’d had enough experience with the anti-puppies to see through their hypocrisy and intolerance. Then the SF&F corner of the internet exploded, and things became truly popcorn-worthy.

Which brings us to where we are today. In some ways, I still feel like I don’t have a dog in this fight. I don’t have a membership to Worldcon 2015, I have no particular interest in either killing or saving the Hugo Awards, and don’t really have any aspirations to win a Hugo or any other major awards for that matter. As a self-published indie author, my readers are my greatest reward.

But in another sense, I cannot avoid having a dog in this fight. Science Fiction and Fantasy is my livelihood, and the Sad Puppies controversy affects the very core of my field. Authors whom I look up to and respect have become targets of some of the worst smear tactics, and if no one stands up against these bullies, things are only going to get worse. The lines have been drawn, the wagons have been circled, and my voice, however small, is needed in this hour.

With that out of the way, here is where I stand:

I believe that everyone who loves science fiction and fantasy has and should have a place in this genre, no matter how reprehensible I find them or how vehemently I disagree with their views.

I believe that SF&F authors flourish best when there is no single dogma, political or otherwise, that dominates the field. Those who enforce their brand of social justice through bullying and smear campaigns are anathema to everything that makes science fiction and fantasy great.

I believe that TRUE DIVERSITY in the SF&F field is good and worth working toward. TRUE DIVERSITY includes women, people of color, other ethnic minorities, and people of every gender and sexual orientation. It also includes Republicans, Conservatives, Libertarians, residents of the “flyover states,” and devout practitioners of every faith, be they Christians, Mormons, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Sikhs, or supplicants at the temple of Athe.

I believe that sexism that is directed against men is still sexism.

I believe that racism that is directed against whites is still racism.

I believe that it is impossible to defeat racism and sexism through racist and sexist means. Those who attempt to do so are bigots and hypocrites of the worst possible stripe.

I believe that no one is entitled to any award. True recognition is earned, not bestowed.

I believe that books should be judged solely on the merits of the story itself, and not on the merits of the author.

I believe that readers should be free to read whatever they want, and not have to answer to anyone or feel guilty for their reading choices.

I believe that the Sad Puppies have legitimate grievances, and that they have done nothing wrong or dishonorable by pushing their Hugo slate. I’m not sure if I can say the same of the Rabid Puppies, but to the extent that they’ve played by the Hugo voting rules, I can’t say that I hold that against them.

I believe that people should be judged by their own words and actions, not by what others say about them.

I do not believe in guilt by association.

I do not believe in unsubstantiated accusations of racism, sexism, homophobia, or affiliation with the National Socialist German Worker’s Party or any of its ideological offshoots. In today’s climate, those are all four-letter words as far as I’m concerned.

I do not believe that gatekeepers add anything of value by excluding people from the field.

I do not believe that fandom is an exclusive club.

I do not believe that the Hugos are representative of the entire field, nor that any single award is or should be.

I do not believe that the Sad Puppies are out destroy all that is good in science fiction and fantasy (or the Rabid Puppies, for that matter). I doubt that any single faction could accomplish that even if they wanted to.

Above all else, I respect my readers. I am grateful for them. I would not be able to do what I do without them.

I understand that many of my readers may not share my personal views. I also understand that it is possible to respect someone and still disagree with them. I hope to always be worthy of respect. But whether others choose to respect me or not, I must live in such a way that I can always respect myself.

OMG OMG OMG!!!

I know this is my third post today, but I saw this on Youtube today and I HAD to post it.

I’ve been dying to see The Martian ever since Matt Damon’s awesome performance in Interstellar. Haven’t read the book yet, though it’s definitely on my TBR list—everything I’ve heard about it is really good.

First Gravity, then Interstellar, and now The Martian—I love love love these near-future space movies!

An open letter to Tor.com in reference to Irene Gallo

To whomever it may concern,

I am writing to withdraw my short story, “The Curse of the Lifewalker” (submission id: 55c13821ebd3) from the Tor.com slushpile effective immediately. In light of the highly unprofesional recent behavior of Ms. Irene Gallo, an associate publisher of your organization, I cannot in good conscience support or be associated with Tor.com.

On May 11th, posting on Facebook in her official capacity, Ms. Gallo said the following of the Sad Puppies Hugo slate:

There are two extreme right-wing to neo-nazi groups, called the Sad Puppies and Rabid Puppies respectively, that are calling for the end of social justice in science fiction and fantasy. They are unrepentantly racist, misogynist, and homophobic. A noisy few but they’ve been able to gather some Gamergate folks around them and elect a slate of bad-to-reprehensible works on this year’s Hugo ballot.

Not only was her comment highly unprofessional (especially considering how many Tor authors have been nominated by the Sad Puppies), it also represents a grave insult to the honor of Mr. John C. Wright, one of the Tor authors that Ms. Gallo so flippantly dismisses as “bad-to-reprehensible.” On his blog, Mr. Wright commented:

My father in law, may he rest in peace, was a Jew serving in the US Military during World War Two in the European Theater. In fact, he won a Purple Heart medal for wounds to his hands he received while liberating a Nazi death camp. His unit was standing about idly, troopers on one side of the wall, ragged prisoners on the other, waiting for the carpenter to arrive with tools to tear down the planks, but in a fury of impatience he did it with his bare hands, like a superman. He turned down the award, thinking others whose wounds were from the enemy deserved it, not he. That is the kind of man he was, an odd mixture of towering ego and meek humility.

Irene Gallo should have been penning me polite notes of congratulation on receiving an historically unprecedented number of awards for the prestigious Hugo Award, and rejoicing that any victory for me or for Mr Anderson (who would be receiving his first ever Hugo for his life’s work producing over 50 bestsellers) would reflect well on our main publisher whom we both loyally serve, Tor Books.

Instead, Irene Gallo just said I was a member of the barbaric and racist National Socialist totalitarian political movement that my family fought, suffered, and shed blood to expunge from the earth.

In light of these recent events, I consider Ms. Gallo to be a toxic personality and therefore cannot, in good conscience, associate or do business with an organization in which she is an associate publisher. If she apologizes for her behavior or is dismissed from your organization, I will reconsider my decision. Until such time, I will no longer submit any of my stories to Tor.com.

Joe Vasicek

UPDATE

Since Ms. Gallo’s inflammatory statements went viral, she has issued an apology “to anyone hurt by my comments.” While I feel that this is a step in the right direction, without retracting her statements it amounts to little more than an apology for how other people feel—in other words, a non-apology. In my view, she should take responsibility for her statements and retract them, at which point I will accept her apology and encourage others to do the same.

Playing with cover art

So last week, I was dinking around with some images, making a cover mock-up for a Star Wanderers short story that’s currently on submission to Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show. This is what I came up with:

Starchild (cover)The model is Devon Jade, photographed by Aaron Tyree on Deviantart (CC BY 2.5). The background image is variable star RS Puppis, photographed by NASA (public domain).

The story itself is set in the same universe as Star Wanderers, around the same timeline. It’s very short, only 15 pages, and follows the coming of age and loss of innocence of a girl on an isolated space station in the Far Outworlds. It’s on submission to the major SF&F markets right now, but in a few months I anticipate that it will be available to self-publish. I think I blogged about it when I wrote the story last year.

So far, I’ve sent it out to Clarkesworld, Asimov’s, F&SF, Strange Horizons, IGMS, and Escape Pod. All of them except for IGMS have rejected it so far, which isn’t too unusual for short stories (you tend to accrue a LOT of rejections before anything gets published). After I hear back from IGMS, I’ll probably send it out to a couple more pro markets and a handful of semi-pro markets before I publish it myself.

I’ve got to be honest, I’m really really tempted just to put it out right now. But I want to give the magazines a try first. I can always self-publish it after I’ve exhausted all the markets, but once it’s self-published, none of the magazines will take it. Better to be patient and keep it on submission for now.

You can probably expect to see this story sometime early next year, either in a sci-fi magazine (fingers crossed), or on Amazon. When I do publish it, I’ll make it free for my email list subscribers.