Andy Duncan
Joined: June 11, 2012
Last Visited: June 11, 2012
Website: sites.google.com/site/beluthahatchie/
Blog: beluthahatchie.blogspot.com/
Writer Bio: I attended Clarion West in 1994, and I taught Clarion in 2004 and Clarion West in 2005. My first collection, Beluthahatchie and Other Stories, won the World Fantasy Award, as did my story “The Pottawatomie Giant.” My story “The Chief Designer” won the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award. I’ve been nominated for the Stoker once, Hugo twice, Shirley Jackson twice, and Nebula six times. My second collection, The Pottawatomie Giant and Other Stories, is new in 2012 from PS Publishing. I was a full-time journalist for twelve years and have taught undergraduates for eighteen years. I’m an assistant professor of English at Frostburg State University, in the western Maryland mountains, and an instructor in the Honors College of the University of Alabama.
Writing Style: "If Harper Lee and Gene Wolfe had a love child, Andy Duncan is it." -- Craig Jacobsen, SFRA Review; "A genre to himself." -- Gardner Dozois
writing goal:
20000 words written
progress:
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write-a-thon goals:
I hope to finish three already-begun projects: a short story, a collaborative novella, and a novel draft. Donations of a penny a word would be great, but any amount will honor me. The world of science fiction and fantasy is healthier for having the Clarions in it.
fundraising goals:
A penny a word per sponsor would be $100 if I reach 10,000 words, $200 if I reach 20,000, $300 if I reach 30,000 ... Just sayin'.
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Woman, I got old. You’ll see what it’s like, when you get there. All the people who believed in me died, and then the ones who humored me died, and now even the ones who feel obligated to sort of tolerate me are starting to go. Bo died, and Teddy, that was my Earth-born dog, he died, and them government boys went to the Moon and said they didn’t see no mining operations or colony domes or big Space Brother dogs, or nothing else old Buck had seen up there. And in place of my story, what story did they come up with? I ask you. Dust and rocks and craters as far as you can see, and when you walk as far as that, there’s another sight of dust and rocks and craters, and so on all around till you’re back where you started, and that’s it, boys, wash your hands, that’s the Moon done. Excepting for some spots where the dust is so deep a body trying to land would just be swallowed up, sink to the bottom, and at the bottom find what? Praise Jesus, more dust, just what we needed. They didn’t see nothing that anybody would care about going to see. No floating cars, no lakes of diamonds, no topless Moon gals, just dumb dull nothing. Hell, they might as well a been in Arkansas.
