Fantasy Magazine » Ghost Girl.
It’s one fast, charming read.
And oh, I just finished editing a new story. Hope I can find a home for it soon.
Fantasy Magazine » Ghost Girl.
It’s one fast, charming read.
And oh, I just finished editing a new story. Hope I can find a home for it soon.
From co-editor Kate Aton-Osias’s blog:
After several months of reading (and reading, and reading), intense discussions, emails and follow ups, Nikki and I are pleased to announce the Philippine Speculative Fiction 6 line up (in no particular order):
- Alternative Histories by Ian Rosales Casocot
- Strange Adventures in Procreation by Andrew Drilon
- Lament of the Counselor by Jay Anyong
- The Grim Malkin by Vincent Michael Simbulan
- A Smell of Mothballs by Mailin Paterno
- Ashland by Elyss G. Punsalan
- Carpaccio (or, Repentance as a Meat Recipe) by Arlynn Despi
- Eternal Winter by Maria Pia Vibar Benosa
- From the Book of Names My Mother Did Not Give Me by Christine V. Lao
- Hollowbody by Crystal Koo
- Offerings to Aman Sinaya by Andrei Tupaz
- On Wooden Wings by Paolo Chikiamco
- Prisoner 2501 by Philip Corpuz
- Resurrection by Victor Ocampo
- Simon’s Replica by Dean Alfar
- Break in at Batay Street by Francis Gabriel Concepcion
- The Big Man by Asterio Gutierrez
- The Bookshelves of Mrs. Go by Charles Tan
- The Impossible and the R.S.C. Gregorio del Pilar by Alex Osias
- The Kiddie Pool by Kenneth Yu
- The Storyteller’s Curse by Eliza Victoria
- Villainoguing by Joseph Montecillo
For those interested in stats (like me, haha) this year, we have 22 stories total, of which 21 will see their first publication in PSF6. There are 15 guys and 7 gals in the anthology and the story subsets include horror, sci-fi, 2nd world and urban fantasy.
Thank you to Elyss for making my day, haha!
Fiction writer Elyss Punsalan runs the monthly podcast site Pakinggan Pilipinas.
And of course you can always read “Reunion” here. :)
My short story, “Children“, is in the latest issue of the Philippines Graphic. Thanks to Angelo Ancheta for the tip! (I’ve forgotten to check, and the last e-mail I received from Mr. Salud was him saying he’ll talk with the Lit editor if my story has been accepted.)
Thanks to Editor Joel Salud and Literary Editor Alma Carpio for accepting my story for publication.

Congrats also to the winners of the Philippines Graphic’s annual Nick Joaquin Literary Awards!
Shameless plug: My page and Usok interview are now up on Rocket Kapre. Thanks Paolo C. for all the hard work!
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This week’s “weekend” started on Wednesday for me. I used up my accumulated days-off after working for nine straight days (!).
On Wednesday I was finally able to introduce Jaykie to my friend, Eula. Pancake House at Market Market + Girbaud (I bought a wallet for my father) + Payless (I bought shoes!) + CBTL at High Street before heading home.
I like Payless. Shoes are relatively cheap and are arranged according to size. So you need only know your size and stay in front of that shelf trying things on.
I bought a pair of purple flats. I have a lot of purple things, but no purple shoes yet.
Jaykie bought leather shoes.
Payless gave us a huge-ass paper bag, haha.
Thanks Eula for the earrings!
Eula and her mom have an online shop by the way. They sell earrings, headbands, and bags. Check out Chic Collective. :)
On Thursday I went jogging in UP. I miss jogging here. I used to jog here all the time, back when I still lived in UP Bliss. Jaykie and I are planning to make a weekly habit out of it. (He wasn’t with me that Thursday though; he had class.)
I wasn’t too fond of Friday and Saturday. Too many blue notes. There’s that trip in February to either look forward to or watch with dread as it approaches. Ah, money. Ah, schedule. It’s awful to feel awful about a looming vacation.
Wish the following weeks are happier.
First off, good news in the writing department: after a minor rewrite, Expanded Horizons has accepted my story, “Intersections”. Sci-fi, this one. The editor’s looking at a February run date. What a way to start the year!
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Anyway, I just want to share
The books and stories and poems I read (and loved) in 2010
in no particular order
I’m sure I’ve read certain stories/poems that I just forgot to take note of, but this is more or less my list.
I should read more online pieces. Everyone should. There are some gems there.
My poem, “Archaeology“, is in the second issue of Stone Telling, edited by Rose Lemberg.
I also joined the Stone Telling roundtable discussion conducted by Julia Rios. Included in the roundtable were Mary Alexandra Agner, Athena Andreadis, Lisa Bradley, Yoon Ha Lee, and Erika Peterson.
Julia Rios: Eliza, your piece ties together some of the strong themes of this issue in its exploration of the way people and places are buried and rediscovered, forgotten and remembered. Though tractors pulverize the land and turn people into rubble, the mother in your prose poem does not stay rooted in anger. Instead she comes to feel protective of every pebble. The world is in a constant state of flux, and all of us are part of that. To what extent should we preserve past things, and how can we continue to survive and create anew responsibly?
Eliza Victoria: That’s an interesting reading. I wrote the part about the mother to highlight the fact that if you don’t know where someone is, then they’re everywhere. And if they’re everywhere, everywhere is sacred. With the body embedded in the landscape, even a pebble cannot be dismissed.
To what extent should we preserve past things? I cannot say “completely” with determination – in the context of the personal this is considered unhealthy: consider the mother whose son has died and who keeps her son’s room the way it is when he left, like an altar – down to the bed sheets, the posters on the wall, the unopened gifts. One must not do this, one must “move on”. But in the context of the public sphere this is acceptable: we build monuments, we leave the blood streaks untouched, we show videos of the torture.
But I believe this: we must remember. And we must write what we remember, and write it accurately, in case the memory, or the physical proof, gets lost.
My deepest thanks to Rose and Julia and my co-authors.