Without you, this fantastical, Latino anthology may never breathe or be read. Each year, many are printed. Nearly 0–ZERO–feature Imaginative Latino tales. It’s Censorship of Exclusion. Tired of the same-ole, just-Anglos stories? Then grab your Chile Picosísimo and change U.S. lit into something más picante!
The anthology “Latino/a Rising” is called “the 1st collection of U.S. Latino/a sci-fi, fantasy and other speculative fiction.” 45% of funds have been pledged. But you have time to give life-saving support.
“Like”ing and “Share”ing this is simple and positive. Yes, pledging a bit of your money requires more, but it means Mucho Más. You add the power and spirit of your name to a brown-red-black-and-white wave of radical thought. Join others who are birthing a Progressive Future of Inclusion.
I won’t say, “Please donate to the needy.” I’ll suggest, spice up your bookshelf and bin of gifts. $12 secures you at least an E-book. And puts female and male Latino authors in a deserved place. Out front, on the shelves, in the face of the Excluders. Thank your for your time reading this.
Posts here on my novel’s website have been meager-to-missing for quite a while.
My “excuse” is finishing three books. A middle-grade children’s fantasy, The Sleeping Love. A YA fantasy novella, The Enigma of the Grandest Gardener of Texcoco. And my prequel to The Closet, which I call, Bruised hearts, mended dreams.
It’s not a very good excuse, since I had responsibilities to my readers, but I’ll try to do better now.
I sent Sleeping Love out.
I’ll send Enigma out this week.
I’ll be rewriting Bruised this month.
After I polish a SF/F short story called, Fatherly love, dragonly luck and submit it to an anthology.
My negligence with this website no doubt cost me followers. Will make it up to you who are still following by giving you passages of WIPs. Also, relevant La Bloga posts that might be of interest.
My remarks about inclusion of Native Americans and Latinos in next year’s biggest SF/F Con.
How the Anglos need the Latinos to convince Obama about XL Pipeline
This was too long to Tweet and is in my latest YA fantasy.
A teen’s poem about the anguish of young people facing global warming, endless wars, economic dystopia in their futures, etc.
“My toy world’s broken.
My buddies tears bleed.
Our natural dreams twisted,
Drowned in a smog of ugly End.
For kids to still make-believe,
To giggle and glow,
Our future’s not just now.
Our forever’s now,
crying for. . . .”
A young Chicano battles insanity in a surreal world where everyone endlessly relives humankind’s abandoned dreams. Except for him. Will VN vet fraggers, Lenny Bruce, a Midget Godzilla, vampires, Neanderthals, a Black leper, Marilyn Monroe, Che, and Chrisie the Bruiser prove foes or allies? When the rebellious captive discovers special powers, his desire to escape contends with empathy for the Dreampeople. But can he create his own identity and rally them to overcome the Closet’s cataclysmic secret?
Available September 2012