"Annapolis Town" began at a party at Robin Wilson's during the 1969 Clarion SF&F Workshop. I was playing guitar and Robin said, "I wish your stories had as much emotion as your songs." So I took the song "Annapolis Town" and wrote a story around it. Robin rejected it for the Clarion anthology, suggesting a different ending, which Robin also rejected. When I submitted it to Amazing, Ted White said he didn't like the ending, so I went back to the original ending, which he accepted. A couple of months after it was published, someone at the DC Science Fiction Convention said it should be nominated for a Nebula. But it wasn't.
Our Associate Editor's last appearance here was "There's No One Left to Paint the Sky." This time he offers a longer story about a man, a woman and a guitar in old--
It was reprinted in Germany by Knaur Velag. I never saw a copy of it or got paid for it.
It was reprinted as part of Time's Fool and Other Stories as an ebook and paperback, first by Variations on a Theme in May 2013 and then by Brief Candle Press in 2014.
When most people think of Annapolis, they think of the Naval Academy. They don't think of it as the capital of Maryland, with the State House and legislative offices.
To me, Annapolis is like an old New England town, with its narrow streets, the gentle hills leading down to Chesapeake Bay, the cobblestoned area around City Dock, where a dimestore faces out onto the Severn River, and with its two old traffic circles and the two-century-old campus of St. Johns College.