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Jared Axelrod is an author, an illustrator, a graphic designer, a sculptor, a costume designer, a podcaster and quite a few other things that he's lost track of but will no doubt remember when the situation calls for it.
He is a founding member of the daily flash-fiction website 365 TOMORROWS, and the writer and producer of two science-fiction podcasts, “The Voice Of Free Planet X” and the serial “Aliens You Will Meet.
He is not domestic, he is a luxury, and in that sense, necessary.
Email: freeplanetx (at) gmail.comSkype: jared.axelrod
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Fables of the Flying City is steampunk graphic novel of airships, rayguns and how much information is too much information, illustrated by Steve Walker and Natalie Kelly. Listen to podcast to learn more about the flying city of Amperstam and the people who call it home.
An intergalactic ambassador has only the messages from his precognitive meeting planner to keep him from making a fool of himself. Aliens You Will Meet are those messages, in handy podcast form.
I am regular contributor to I Should Be Writing, providing both The News From Poughkeepsie and writing All Write!, a webcomic about writers, illustrated by Natalie Metzger.
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30 Days, 30 Tales: Bearing The Bahdj
November 1st, 2008
I really wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year, but the fact of the matter is, I’m not really that interested in writing a novel right now. What I do want to write more of is short stories. Since the accent in NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth is the “Wri” and not the “No,” I decided that a collection of short stories, as long as I fulfilled the word count, would be fine.
How many stories? Well, there are 30 days, aren’t there? So how about 30 stories?
I briefly flirted with the idea of posting them, but decided that rough writing–even my rough writing–is not something to be shared. I will, however, podcast ‘em all once they’ve been polished to fine sheen. So there’s that.
To tide you over here’s the openning to tale #1, Bearing The Bahdj:
The morning after she broke a muggers hand, Rachel Hark had planned to sleep in. The argument she had with Barry about the whole business had kept her agitated and unable to sleep. Barry had thought that Rachel should have just given him her purse, an idea that Rachel found very difficult to understand
“Barry, I don’t reward bad behavior. I don’t do it at work, and I don’t do it in my life.”
“This isn’t a kindergarten class, Rachel! You could’ve been hurt.”
“But I wasn’t hurt. He was hurt. I slammed his hand up against the wall. I think I broke it.”
“You broke his hand?”
‘I think so. It made a breaking sound. In any case, I think it will be a very compelling reason not to mug people in the future.”
“Jesus. Is this how you teach you kids? What kind of a example are you setting?”
“A good one, I hope. Someone who does not tolerate that kind of bullying.”
“Well, Rache, you win a gold star, then.”
“What’s with the sarcasm? I was almost mugged today!”
“Rachel, you broke a man’s hand!”
“Yes, I did. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m okay with not being robbed, or molested, or who knows what else. And I’m okay with someone who has probably done those things to other women being punished.” Barry tried to come close, but Rachel shoved him away. “No, no Barry. Not tonight.”
After that argument, and the fretting, pacing, and ice cream binging in the safety of her own apartment that followed, Rachel was looking forward to sleeping in. But the alien burrowed into her chest had other plans…
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November 2nd, 2008 at 12:36 pm
I was seriously thinking of doing the very same thing. I have 50 of my own fairy tale ideas I want to write up and podcast one day, along with a collection of short stories mashed into a novel idea too. But since I participated in Nanowrimo two years before and failed miserably those two years, I want to try with the rules intact and see if I can do what’s asked of me. Tough for a short story writer, but I’m crossing my fingers.