Khamel, Calmrill, and Gladbach

Last night, I finished a short story titled Khamel. I recently found the idea in a note written in 2012. It just said “Khamel”, but the idea behind it resonated well enough with me that it immediately came to mind again when I just saw that one word. Can’t believe I forgot it for long enough to need a note to remind me.
The story is based on the biblical metaphor that a camel passes the ear of a needle sooner than a rich man goes to heaven. And on the quip by some American comedian (Bill Maher? I don’t recall) that creationists apparantly don’t know about metaphor, imagining an event involving a sewing tool and a very unfortunate ungulate.
So, of course I got the idea of a story depicting that. But instead of a camel, I soon came up with using a man named Khamel, an actual Arabic name. Because why not?

The whole thing had an air of medieval european fantasy setting around it, so I put it there, into a semi-fictional medium-sized town called Calmrill. More on that later. Once set up, the story wrote itself within less than two hours.

I will not publish Khamel as an ebooks, at least not yet and not separately. Instead, I will go a different route with it. And if that works, you will be able to read it for free in a couple of places.
The problem with Khamel is that it is only about 1,300 words long, barely even a short story. Although in terms of structure and plot it is far more of a short story than Introduction was.

The plan

I opted to try and sell Khamel to the market, preferably a professional one. Daily Science Fiction is the way to go here, they’re specifically looking for stories of less than 1,500 words.
Paying 8 Cents per word and reaching about 10,000 readers is more than any of my sold stories can say for themselves, both in readership and short-term money. Not to mention it would give me a new status as a professionally published author. Now that’s be awesome.
Following that, I will try to get it into the reprint market, though I have not yet done a thorough research on that area. Payment seems to be around 5 cents/word. At this point, I will also put it up for free on this here site.
One other thing I will do is get my SFF writing kickstarted. So far I have very little published in that area and when I get exposure, I want to be ready by offering any new visitors here at least one actual book. At the moment, that boils down to my two zombie projects: and Boy. It’s probably going to be Desert King, which in itself will be doing something new.
So, if that works it means a free story for you (and I really think my best short piece so far), about US$150, and more exposure for me. What’s not to like?
Seems I try something new with every single new project. So, let’s see how that one works out, then.


No, no, you can like Calmrill. In fact, do like Calmrill!
Calmrill, like Pacifica, forms the first piece in a fictional universe. While the floating town of Pacifica formed the basis of my science fiction, Calmrill does so for my fantasy fiction. Both worlds are incompatible by nature, but most of my fiction from now on will fall into one of those categories, unless one comes along that fits into neither (the only one I can see this happenign with so far is Boy, because neither world has a place for a major zombie apocalypse).

You might wonder where Calmrill came from. If not, well, tough luck, because I want to talk about it.
Calmrill, called Kalmrill in German, is my hometown. Or rather, a fictionalized version of it. My hometown is called Mönchengladbach, translating litterally into Monk’s Smooth Creek for being founded by monks next to a small, quiet creek. It’s usually shortened to Gladbach (Smooth Creek).
I made smooth into calm and used a thesaurus to find rill as another word for creek. I decided Calmrill sounded nice, it had a sort of tolkienesque ring to it. A town might actually be called that.
So, there we go, Calmrill is basically my hometown, transplanted into a fantasy world and shrunken to its old borders as marked by the town’s wall, making it one densely populated, well guarded walled hill with a central marketplace on top, surrounded by a landscape that looks a lot like Tolkien’s description of the Shire in Lord of the Rings, dotted with villages.
The idea in the Calmrill universe is that it’s mostly our universe, but almost all legends are true, especially local urban legends, hoaxes, and canards. And it’s not limited to Calmrill/Gladbach, of course. It’s gonna be fun.