From the depths of Gauntlet 2011

by | Feb 2, 2011 | Writing

  • Working every night, and not faffing around online.  Being in the right mindset is good, and consistent productivity is a good feeling.
  • Have polished up and sent out a formidable phalanx of short story submissions…struck at the trunk stories with a vengeance, in some instances completely rewriting them.  Only one left to do, the remainder of the trunk is actually godawful and beyond salvage.
  • An important email went missing, and lo, I did weep, gnash my teeth, and turn on my “read receipts” option in Outlook.  Yet 5000 lolcat pictures went through that day, no worries.  DAMN YOU MURPHY’S LAW.
  • Drawing together names and background detail for an upcoming project, looking in the strangest of places.  Scanning through a Thomas the Tank Engine toy catalogue, I find a character by the name of Rheneas.  “OMG” quoth the Fisch, “I must use that name, for it is the shizzle”.  Turns out it exists nowhere but the Island of Sodor, and as such is guarded by the fell beasts of Copyright.  Fie on you, Reverend W. Audrey, you name-hogging train nerd.
  • Gauntlet continues, transmission ends.

new review at ScaryMinds

by | Jan 31, 2011 | Reviews

The good folk at Scary Minds have just reviewed issue #2 of Jason Paulos’ comic “EEEK!”.  My story “The Harvest” appears in this issue, of which the reviewer says:

“Our first story kicks off a duo of Science Fiction orientated nasties that will have most readers nodding their heads in approval. Jason Fischer provides a typically morbid tale in The Harvest that gets progressively nastier till a final twist worthy of Jason Franks nails the opening gambit and ensures the reader receives value for money right from the kick off. Highly recommended tale and one of the best yet to grace the pages of Eeek.”

the rest of the review can be found here:

http://www.scaryminds.com/reviews/2011/comic034.php

The Gauntlet is DOWN

The Gauntlet is DOWN

by | Jan 29, 2011 | Writing

The origins of the Gauntlet are somewhat lost to the mists of time, but sometime after Clarion South 2007, a bunch of us survivors slapped the bejesus out of each other with virtual metal gloves, challenging one another to write like one possessed, cranking out a stupid amount of work in a very short time.  A bit like Nanowrimo, perhaps, but on a smaller scale and with many more friendly insults.

From time to time, it serves us well to blow the dust off the Fists of Steel, declare “GAUNTLET!!!” and have at the keyboard.  Now is such a time.  Following the fallow period that was Video Game January, my legendary ink-brother Peter Ball and I are taking 2011 by the throat and making it whimper.  We’ve both got a bunch of writing goals that need meeting, and there’s only one thing for it:

I won’t be posting much in the way of word-counter thingies or updates, it’s sort of a personal superstition and I just don’t enjoy being publicly accountable if I have a crappy day or if Toddler Fisch/Real Life hijacks a writing session.  But know this, there’s eye-strain and bad 80s music and a stupid amount of writing going on, up till March or so.  It’s on, beyotches.