Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Who dies? Everyone dies!

The release of Grants Pass is fast approaching, and the first reviews of the anthology as a whole are starting to be released into the wild. Did I get name-checked as being a slice of awesome from a sweet, sweet pandemic pie? Why yes. Yes, it would appear that I did.

(Me to Brooke: "Look!"
Brooke to me: "Should I be surprised that you excel at plague?")

This book is going to be so cool, and not just because it has a truly epic body count. I'm really excited about the author list, and Jennifer has been a treat to work with. Plus, I essentially hinted my way into getting an invitation ("It's about pandemics? Gosh, what a coincidence. I like pandemics..."), so it's nice to see that I won't be dragging her nice little story collection down.

Meet me in Grants Pass, if you can.

***

LOVE LETTERS TO THE DEAD

David—

I can't find you.
I don't know if you survived.
I guess the only thing to do
Is pray you're still alive.
And I wish that you were with me,
And I wish I wasn't scared,
And I wish that I had listened
When you said to be prepared.

I love you. God, I love you.
But I guess the die's been cast.
I can't stay here any longer,
And I'll see you in Grants Pass.

Jesus, but I'm frightened.
I don't want to go alone.
And I wish that I'd gone with you,
That I hadn't stayed at home...
But things got so bad so quickly,
And nobody knew just why...
I wish I had the answers,
And I wish I wouldn't cry.

I love you. God, I love you,
But it all went wrong so fast.
I can't stay here any longer.
Hope I see you in Grants Pass.

David, if you find this,
Won't you put aside the past?
I can't stay here any longer.
Come and meet me in Grants Pass.

—L.
Tags: good things, pandemic time, reviews, short fiction
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Why does my brain keep wanting to put your poem to the tune of Dear Gina?
I honestly couldn't tell you, especially since trying to do that myself just made me start twitching. The scansion is so wrong...
I know. My brain is evil.
Oh, thank you very much.

PS it doesn't work to 'Oh Michelle' either, but the only reason my brain even tried is because that's what I'm listening to.
OW MY BRAIN.
Sorry about that, zombie girl.