Philip Brewer

Esperantistoj–legu mian Esperantan hejmpaĝon.

Philip Brewer (photo by Jackie Brewer)

I write science fiction and fantasy stories.

I also write about money. If you’re interested in “living large on a small budget,” you can read my personal finance and frugality blog at Wise Bread.

I went to Clarion, the science fiction and fantasy writers’ workshop, in the summer of 2001. I learned a lot and I had a great time. I’ve written a lot about Clarion in my Clarion Journal.

I speak Esperanto and write in that language as well.  If you speak Esperanto, you can read my Esperanto-language blog at Esperanto-USA.  Whether you speak Esperanto or not, if you’re in the area and are interested, please come to the meetings of the East-Central Illinois Esperanto Club.

“Salesman” is in Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, Issue #13, edited by Gavin Grant and Kelly Link.

“Anger Management” in the anthology Why I Hate Aliens, edited by Marissa Lingen. Published by Stone Garden (out of print).

“New Song of Old Earth” in the fourth Darkfire anthology Bones of the World: Tales from Time’s End, edited by Bruce Holland Rogers, from SFF Net, 2001, ISBN 0-9669698-4-7. Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or directly from the publisher, SFF Net.

I usually refer to my clients as “the accused.” But, in my own mind, I usually think of them as “the prisoner.” Certainly I thought of Martin Tyo that way, even though he wasn’t, really–he had a cheap room in a hotel near the transit station.

There was no need to put him in a cell. He was already ten years from yesterday. . . .

There was no need to put him in a cell. He was already ten years from yesterday. . . .

“Reading is Fundamental” appears in the second Darkfire anthology The Age of Reason: Stories for a New Millennium, edited by Kurt Roth, from SFF Net, 1999, ISBN 0-9669698-1-2. Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or directly from the publisher, SFF Net.

I’m hiding in the tall weeds behind the compost heap, which is good, because the sergeant looks behind the woodpile before heading to the outhouse. I listen real carefully and am glad to hear the splashing sound of a good piss. That always puts the sergeant in a good mood. If he can start the day with a good piss he’ll usually give me breakfast. Otherwise I sneak away and don’t come back until lunch time. . . .

My story “The Nightmare Flask” can be found (if you happen to know a collector of obscure gaming journals) in The Judges Guild Journal, Oct/Nov 1979 (number 17).