Langley Hyde's Blog, page 2

I’m excited to announce that I’m working for Wildflower: from the embers, story-driven RPG about a young witch and her life in a new town, as a writer, narrative designer, and creative director. It’s under the indie Ice Water Games label. Ice Water Games is an artist-owned collective. Wildflower has a tentative 2022 release date.

You can also find it on itch.io and on Steam.

Escape Pod has published my short story, “Consolidation,” narrated by Alethea Kontis and hosted by Benjamin C. Kinney. It’s great to hear it read aloud.

Update: Escape Pod is a finalist for the Hugo Award for Best Semiprozine for 2021.

I’m now working as an associate editor for Escape Pod. I’m very excited to have this opportunity! In addition to publishing positive, inclusive, quality science fiction, Escape Pod also is one of the few venues who compensates first readers for their labor. It is part of Escape Artists, a U.S.-based media company, which you can support through their Twitch.

Quick updates:

I have a story out at Hybrid Fiction. “Silver Scissors, Golden Ring” can be found here. This story is in Hybrid Fiction’s August 2020 issue.

I’m no longer volunteering for Dream Foundry and sub-Q. While Dream Foundry is alive and kicking, sub-Q has celebrated its final run. Goodbye, sub-Q! Alas, gone, before I had the chance to try my hand at interactive short stories–not that this will stop me in the future. But as some good things end, other opportunities blossom! I’m no...

I’m working on a project to assemble writer, fan, and volunteer experiences with conduct policies in the speculative fiction community. This is not research, per say, but a qualitative examination of individual experiences and feelings when dealing with these policies. This is qualitative information only.

It is the code that determines what appropriate behavior is and the organization’s processes when an individual’s behavior becomes inappropriate.

I wrote a short piece for Medium.

You can find it here:

https://medium.com/@langleyhyde/being-raised-by-someone-with-psychosis-permanently-damaged-my-sense-of-reality.

It’s a personal response (based on more of my experience than I’d like, heh) to first part of Marilyn Cooper’s The Animal Who Writes.

I don’t write much for the Dream Foundry blog. I prefer to solicit work from others. As I already know what I have to say, I’m more interested in what others can tell me.

But I did write a brief post, “Goals, Not Resolutions,” for Dream Foundry, after talking with my SFWA mentee about the upcoming year. (If you haven’t heard of the SFWA mentorship program, you can check it out here.)

I was at a friend’s child’s birthday party almost a week ago, when somone joked about being “better… faster…...

It’s been a busy summer for me. As both of my children have gotten older, I’ve found myself with better sleep and more energy, which has allowed me to branch out.

I’ve found Dream Foundry extremely fun to work for–I have these opportunities to reach out to people who I’d never dare to email cold in another context, and ask questions, and learn from them, and then share that learning with others. It’s been a wonderful opportunity, and it’s just begun.

I’ve also continued to work with sub-Q ma...

When I was around nineteen and twenty years old, I got lucky. Incredibly lucky. Similar to how even the most unskilled archer can hit a target, I hit a target. What was more, I hit it on a first try. I was the literary equivalent to someone who had never touched a longbow hefting one up, trying it out to size, walking up into a contest because I was curious about the crowd of people standing there, chatting up Robin Hood, and splitting his bulls-eye arrow with my first shot.

It was an accide...

I’m slowly trying to regain my equilibrium. It’s been a process. That last baby caused such extreme levels of sleep deprivation that even the guys who wrote the Kubark manual would’ve been like, “hey, buddy, can’t you just let her rest?” But he’s pretty cute. He’s a relentlessly joyous creature and runs headlong toward danger, cackling at his doom. I’m not planning on any conference travel this year because he’s so little. But perhaps I may travel next year, for local cons. Or maybe I’ll do s...