Good News, For Once

I came across an old CD from a friend of mine recently. The singer, who went by the name Wonderwench was talented, had a wonderful voice, and never treated me with the contempt I deserved.

I hadn’t heard the CD in many years. I remember enjoying the woman’s songs and performances.

But as I listened to the 5 song EP, I realized that every single song was about being angry, sad or depressed. Not that I wanted a “happy” song–those things are annoying–but you’d think there’d be something more than doom and gloom in this lovely young woman’s life.

I mention this because I often wonder if I am too negative in this blog, complain too many times about agents with arbitrary rules and publishers who decide to exclude whole swaths of the population to make up for their own perfidy in not publishing more “marginalized” voices in the past.

So how about some good news this week?

The ninth Minerva James short story to be published will appear in the next anthology by Dandelion Revolution Press. This is the third Minerva story to appear in one of this fine press’ anthologies. These women really put together a great looking book and get a lot of good writers, besides. You can find the first two anthologies; The Secrets We Keep and Not Quite as You Were Told still for sale. Not too late to order them for Mother’s Day.

(Okay, maybe too late for Mother’s Day, but your mom will like them anyway.)

I am always honored and thrilled to be in one of the DR anthologies. To the point that, when I hear their call for new stories, I will often write a story just for them, as is the case in this latest story called “Minerva James and the Goddess of the Dance.”

Nine short stories published in three years. Pretty good for Minerva, huh? (I have published other short stories and essays during this time, too).

In the meantime, I wonder what happened to my friend Wonderwench. An internet search shows a bandcamp page with a CD she recorded in 2017, The Settling Dust. My guess is that she’s either playing under a different name now, or she has gone on to live a normal life among us mere humans, trying to forget her brief foray into superhero status.