I know it’s not quite December 1st yet, but our hiatus is over, and all you writers can start sending in your submissions again.

Our sister publication, Quantum Kiss, is also open for submissions — in fact they just bought their first story, and it’s up and available to read. Check it out.

So happy holidays everyone! Hope all you NaNoWriMo writers hit your word goals tonight … you only have a few hours to go!

…I’m not talking about us, but our name sake, the mysterious energy itself.

I ran across a link to This National Geographic Article while clicking around some of my favorite blogs.

Dark energy, if we could only discover its secrets, may make or break the future of the human race. The weird thing about it is that it makes up more than half of the universe. If true, that would mean anti-gravity is more common than regular gravity.

So there I was at the book store, and low and behold, I found a Philip K. Dick book I have never read.

This was one excited SF fanatic. I thought I’d read all of Dick’s works, every one of them, but I had never heard of this one: Cantata-140

I bought it immediately, brought it home, and started thumbing through it.

Three pages into it, I developed a strong sense of Deja-vu. By the second chapter I knew I had read it before. Somewhere. But I know I’d never seen this title.

So I go to Google. Low and behold, I have read it before. A long time ago, under a different title: The Crack In Space.

Bastards.

I feel ripped off.

Not merely because the book was retitled and re-released without it saying inside anything at all about the original title, but because I had been so excited to read something new from poor old Phil Dick… poor muddled and crazy and brilliant Phil. I remembered the glee at discovering each new gem during my long hunt to get every single thing he wrote. I remember how happy I was to read Radio Free Albemuth. Here I was ready to experience that again, all these years later.

But, no!

No, here’s just a reprint of something from 1966, repackaged with some fancy artwork that has nothing to do with the story … and to top it off, a reprint of one of Phil’s lesser novels. The Crack In Space is not one of his best. It lacks the craziness, the weirdness, and the double-heaping paranoia that made so many of his other works fun to read.

So up on the shelves it goes.