Alan Turing Centenary

Alan Turing would have been 100 today. It is, rightfully, being covered in depth by the media. In a very real sense, he created the world we live in. And not just once, but twice over. His life was the stuff of legend, as was his death from cyanide, a half-eaten apple by his side.

And he was only forty one when he died.

Perhaps he'd reached the end of his creative period, and there would have been no more of the world-changing work. But we never had the chance to find out. At least now he has the recognition he deserves for his wartime work, across a network of machines that ultimately spring from his peacetime work.

And a rejection...

What with one thing and another, I forgot to mention that the story I submitted to Barbara Cardy's mini-anthologies has been rejected. Which is not exactly unexpected, but unfortunately it was rejected for failing to meet two criteria which were not in the original call for submissions. This is largely my fault for not checking the latest version before submitting.

Time to trawl the market listings for somewhere that will take 5000 words of slapstick (very mild) BDSM, and pays in sterling or by Paypal (because my co-author has no practical means of dealing with US$ cheques).