As I'm getting back into writing, and working to rejuvenate
Martinus Publishing, I've decided that one of the best ways to get back into
the groove is to bring back the ever fun and popular "writing shootout"
contest, which has produced amazing stories and brought many great writers into
my life. You can read all about the
shootout here, and there are still a few slots available for writers who want
to throw their hat into the ring
(sign-ups end January 13, 2017).
Now, a sad bit of news hit me after first inviting some
former participants to the contest. I
learned that Nye Joell Hardy, a fellow writer and shootout participant, died in
2016.
I first "met" Nye online back in 2010, when we
were both Pill Hill Press writers. Her
book, The Crows of Bedu, was released right before The Guns of Mars, and we
participated in several PHP shootouts together.
After Pill Hill Press closed, we stayed in touch somewhat, mostly during
the Martinus Publishing shootouts that I hosted.
While I can't say that I knew Nye very well on a personal
level, she was there to voice support and cheer me up when I needed it. I remember a few times that her encouragement
helped me through dark times, and I did what I could to support her, as
well. Her writing talent left me always
wondering why she hadn't seen greater success in the fiction publishing field.
Nye's stories were always fun to read during the
shootout. You never knew where she'd go
with a prompt. Sometimes, she'd write
something very traditional and captivating, and others she'd invent something
absolutely unique and experimental (like a story about sentient flowers). This meant that her scores during a shootout
could vary, but her stories never failed to entertain me.
One of Nye's shootout stories was the impetus for the now
defunct anthology, The Secret Life of Ghosts.
I hadn't thought of doing a ghost story anthology until Nye wrote an
incredibly haunting tale, and I wanted to publish it. So, I planned the story collection and would
have published it, if personal problems hadn't derailed things. It seems sadly fitting that the anthology was
put to rest about the same time that Nye passed.
Nye's death haunts me a little, thinking of my own plight,
and how any of us will be remembered.
It's funny how much of an impact someone can have on your life, even an
acquaintance three thousand miles away that you never met in person. It's a difficult thing to face. The writing world is a darker place without
her imagination, and it is so sad that I'll never have the pleasure of seeing
her creativity at work again.
I had the pleasure of publishing several of her stories over
the years, though the best one I have in-print can be found in Yarr! A Space Pirate Anthology. It was an amazing story that earned her the win during
a previous shootout.
I wish there was something more I could say, but I guess
that's about it, for now.
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