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October 26, 2018
I am deeply saddened with the passing of writer, editor and friend Shelby Vick. I had the pleasure of working closely with Shelby, illustrating stories for his website publications Planetary Stories and Pulp Spirits since 2007. I'll remember fondly our long telephone conversations regarding subjects most dear to our hearts-SF, fantasy and above all Pulp literature. Shelby you'll be missed, From Jim Garrison
I met Shelby when I would send messages to him from my friend Jim. While relating messages, Shelby and I would exchange pleasantries. He was always very sweet to me. It was great to know him if only for awhile. From Debbie, Jims friend : )
July 04, 2018
In Memory of Shelby Vick

I am a German SF author. Trying to publish my SF stories in English, I had a few successes. So I asked US-citizen Isabel Cole to translate my stories into the World language, which English is. She did excellently.

The Internet is an excellent medium for information, contact (eMail) and other items. I learned there are some SF-fans publishing eMagazines on the Web. Among them a certain Shelby Vick.

Well, I looked at his (three) magazines and liked his doing. So, I decided to send him some of my stories. He accepted. Well, good man. Just publish it! And he did!

Support like that is very enticing. There was a good spirit behind it, a spirit called Shelby Vick.

In result I wrote three stories more, originally in English. All of them were published in Shelby Vick's eMagazine Planetary Stories 34 + 35. (Later I translated my own stories into German, they were published in this language, too.)

That was great. But still greater things should arrive. I am also very much interested in philosophy. So I read Platon, Aristotle, Kant and a lot more of those famous people. But somehow I was not satisfied. I was missing something. Don't ask me what. I couldn't tell you. But, for sure, something was missing there.

So, I started reading esoteric authors, too. And I found the missing item. In 2005 I took notice of Emile Coué's Autosuggestion (in German translation). And I was fundamentally hit. If this (what Coué was writing there) is true, I thought... And, hell, it is true, it worked... You don't believe it!

In consequence you learn: mind is superior to matter. Idealistic philosophy is right. In this respect it means: thinking positively, you can heal or prevent up to 70 % of all diseases (severe diseases included).

I told (mailed) Shelby. But he already knew. Because Emile Coué had visited the United States (about one hundred years ago), he caused great enthusiasm (and the memory of his wonderful method remained).

Well, I decided to write an article about this discovery of Emile Coué's, although Coué was not the first one to learn of this method of positive thinking. The first one was US-citizen Phineas Parkhurst Quimby. And the first one among the great philosophers was Immanuel Kant who tentatively tried to find a specific way of self healing (because, as you know, mind is superior to matter).

Well now, I wrote my article The Greatest Discovery in History of All Mankind first in English. Later I translated it in German. And especially I asked a very good friend, named Shelby Vick, to contribute one or two pages to this article. He obeyed, and I was very glad to see his excellent lines, and to introduce them into my article.

Now, to reach the public Shelby decided furthermore to produce a short version of my article. This short version (arranged by Shelby Vick) is titled Emile Coué and his Great Discovery, published in Planetary Stories 36 (June 2016).

Well now, this great man and SF-fan, a great friend of mine, Shelby Vick, is gone. May his memory live on through his eMagazines, his other activities, but maybe also way of his lines in my article, which probably is the greatest article I have ever written or will ever write.

And look at the great lines in there, by Shelby Vick, great man, great friend of mine!

May his memory live forever!

July 04, 2018
When I began the Pulp Factory group on-line, I was surprised at how many pulp enthusiasts there were out there in the world by how quickly our memberships grew. One was a fellow named Shelby Vick, who at the time, I had never encountered before. I quickly learned he was an avid pulp fan, writer and editor, who published his own digital magazine, Planet Stories. I thought at the time that was pretty ambitious. In fact I even wrote a short story for one of his issues.

In doing so, I quickly learned that Shelby had a passion for puns. Seriously. The man just loved to turn a phrase and make you laugh. Puns are tricky animals but not for Shelby. He seemed to whip them up at a moments notice. And then as time rolled on, one day someone posted it was Shelbys birthday and thats when all of us learned how old this punster was. At the time I believe he was 83. That his aged surprised me is only natural. When you correspond with strangers who later become associates and then friends, you never consider the mundane things such as age.

To all of us at the Pulp Factory, Shelby was just another creative dude who seemed to have more energy, drive and humor than most of us. He was a force to be reckoned with. And then to later learn this guy was what we consider old just blew us away. I remember thinking, Damn, I hope Im as active and creative as Shelby when I get to that place in my life. And so he in the end also became an inspiration to the rest of us simply by showing us that age itself is just a number, nothing else. Shelbys spirit was forever young and now, as we celebrate that spirit, it is my sincere believe it is still moving forward, still exploring, still creatingin a totally wonderful new reality all of us will one day come to.

I think its only right that Shelby got there first because, as always, he was the one willing to lead the rest of us. Happy exploring my friendand thanks.

Moderator of the Pulp Factory
July 04, 2018
I actually have a folder on my PC hard drive names 'Shelby Vick'. Back in 2012, the ever-active ShelVy convinced me to write him a story for one of his ongoing magazines, Wonderlust #8. So I produced "The Tulpa", a horror story set in early 20th century Tibet. ShelVy edited it (as he had a couple of my previous works - he gets a credit at the front of my novel Vinnie De Soth, Jobbing Occultist). Then he got me to contribute another tale for the same edition, "Rostherne", a ghost story. Then he ingeniously asked if I had any artwork that would go with the stories. Then he got me to lay out the story and artwork into a pleasing format suitable for .pdf circulation. Then he sent me a copy of his contribution to Wonderlust #8, "The Price of Godhood" and speculated whether I would care to lay that out too, since he was struggling to get his Word to pdf convertor to do what I'd done with my Publisher to .pdf convertor.

We spent about a week e-mailing each other strange versions of a possible Wonderlust.edition. Shelvy was always polite, always encouraging and grateful, and really good at persuading me to do more work. Somehow, Mark Mellon's "Pocket Lords of Luna" got added to the list of things for me to lay out, and then a letters page, and then... the whole issue. So I keep a folder named Shelby Vick to remind me that he could inveigle me into his creative processes, get me to spend far too much time on them, and make me like it! And I'll keep it now to remember a bright-minded, young-minded gentleman who will be sorely missed.
July 04, 2018
I first met Shelby Vick on a Yahoo group mailing list. The Pulp Factory group, started by Airship-27 founder Ron Fortier, was trying to round up folks who liked, and wanted to write what became known as New Pulp fiction.

During the second half of 2007 Shelby asked for stories for the first issue of his new web-zine,Pulp Spirit. I had some assignments on my plate, so I asked if hed be interested in reprinting a couple of short stories featuring my second generation pulp hero, The Voice. Yes, he was.

The origin of the Voice appeared in Pulp Spirit #1. That was the first of twenty-one stories I placed in Shelbys on-line magazines. He even liked the revised versions of a couple of stories Id first had to hand write in a barracks in 1972, while stationed in Korea.

Soon old material changed to new. An excerpt from a then forthcoming novel featuring Dr. Watson and Teddy Roosevelt. Stories of public domain characters from the pulps and comics, and one from a movie serial. Characters Id loved, that I was proud to be able to craft new adventures for.

Shelby always said the magazines paid only with Thanks! Maybe so But they also paid me, at least, with satisfaction.

Thanks, Shelby.
July 04, 2018
Even before I moved to Bay county I met Shelby Vick.
A mutual friend gave me his email and I cold messaged him.
That was the last cold contact we ever had.
KINDNESS was Shelby. Period.
Known in fan circles as ShelVy. When we met in person in his work environment for the county and I was telling him about my troubles finding my way around, he said 'Just a second' ducked away someplace and came back with a spiral bound street map index that had his name written on it. "Here take this" he said.
I still have and use it.
He is gone as of Saturday morning.
I'd go visit him, first in Lisenby nursing home after an accident, then at his daughters and he was invariably kind and cheerful.
Age and surgery had robbed him of most of his vision but his spirit never dimmed. I had lost track of his age but it was in the 80's. 89 I believe.
I will miss him so.
His ezines are for the time being still online. If you like old style Science Fiction & Fantasy Please go read some of his stuff.
I mean WHO would put '"Blind Editor" on the cover?
What a guy!
July 04, 2018
The odd thing about Shelby is that I never met him in person. Despite this, Shelby was a friend to me, a real friend when I needed one badly. I had just suffered the loss of the love of my life, you see, and I was feeling alone, terribly dreadfully alone, and suffering. It was around then he chanced to contact me through his Planetary Stories online magazine and he asked me to write a novella for it. I did. He published it.
After that, we started staying in touch. This was first by regular emails and then by long phone calls that took place several times a week. We helped each other. He found MS Word a difficult program to learn and I was able to help him with that and other applications, as well.
He helped me by lending a sympathetic ear, never being judgmental, never really commenting much, but just listening. He was a good listener and I so needed that. And so we passed from being colleagues to becoming good friends.
Not ever having met with Shelby in person, I could only mentally visualize him, a lanky thin man is the way I saw him during our talks. He would either be in his room on the computer, hunched over the keyboard, or out on the back porch, obviously smoking, because I could hear him inhaling and exhaling, and occasionally coughing as a result. I would chide him about his bad habit, which he took well, even as he continued to smoke. Jets would fly over, and for moments we couldnt speak. When one would finally pass on by, we would start up our conversations again.
It may sound trite to say we talked about cabbages and kings, but that is rather what we did. He talked in glowing terms about his daughters, how proud he was of them, his past life, jobs he had held, that sort of thing. Often, we would discuss books, sometimes politics, but most often, writing. We were both enthusiastic about that and he would talk about his online magazines, and I would discuss my current works, as well.
Years went by that way. Shelby became a fixture in my life, an anchor point, if you will; someone and something solid that helped me recover from my grief, as a friend does. I remember Shelby was always upbeat, always seemed cheerful when we talked. He often said he wanted to be like George Burns, to live to a certain age and time, and then go. This added to my belief that he would always sort of be there, that rock, that anchor for me and for others.
Now that rock is gone and I feel adrift without him. But in my minds eye when I picture him now, I picture that thin lanky frame leaning against a sliding glass door, puffing on a cigarette, and chatting away with me. Two friends who never met, but were good friends nonetheless for that.
I wish him well on his journey now, as he sets sail on the cosmic sea to uncharted places. I feel sad about his parting, and yet, I cant help wondering and feeling a bit envious at what marvelous adventures he will find on his new voyage, what discoveries he will make.
All I can do is wish my old friend a safe journeythat and stand on the shores of this life and wave goodbye.
Goodbye, my old friend. Goodbye, my dear Shelby. You will be missed. You will be missed so much. And that is as it should be
July 04, 2018
I don't have much of a story to share about Shelby, such as something we did or experienced at a convention in the dim past, but my "first" published science fiction story - albeit unpaid - appeared in Planetary Stories #18 in 2010. He made me very happy by accepting "Customer Service" for his online magazine, so this is the perfect time to once again thank Shelby for doing that. We did natter back and forth in the Southern Nevada Amateur Press Society (SNAPS) for quite a few years, but sadly I never met him in person. Even so, his passing saddens me, and I am grateful for knowing Shelby even a little bit. He certainly loved being involved with the science fiction community, and we will all greatly miss him.
July 04, 2018
My just published novel A MURDER IN THE REAL WORLD is dedicated to
Shelby Vick, and the dedication says it all: For Shelby Vick, and a
friendship measured in decades.

That's right; decades. We first met when I was sixteen and Shelby
eighteen, and remained friends for seventy-one years. Shelby spent his
entire life in Panama City or surroundings, while I left in 1955. I
roamed the country as a construction worker, and later supervisor for
Boeing on the Bomarc and Minuteman Missile Programs. But we always
stayed in touch, and helped and supported each other through life's
triumphs, tribulations . . . and sometimes tragedies.

We were both aspiring writers, and I proposed a bet, which he accepted.
The first to sell a story to a professional magazine won, and the loser
had to take the winner (wives included, of course) out for a fine dinner
but the loser would do so from the proceeds of HIS first sale! I won
the bet, but the pay-up was postponed for years while I was thousands of
miles away . . . though eventually I returned to Florida, and the four
of us enjoyed that excellent dinner.

We continued to help each other by working together (several stories
published under both our names) and critiquing each others work. Shelby
was the first to provide a detailed critique of the novel dedicated to him.

I can't tell you how much I will miss my very long-time friend.
July 04, 2018
I am so sorry to hear this. Shelby was one of the first fans I met in my teen years.

When I graduated from high school, a fringe fan buddy Howard Shockley and I forsook the traditional senior trip to the Bahamas and made our own journey. We drove down to Panama City, FL where we met Shelby and his wife Suzy. Also, Norman Metcalfe who was stationed at Tyndall Air Force Base. The three of them were so kind and supportive of us neos. From there, we went to New Orleans and hung out with Emile Greenleaf, another kind and generous soul.

It was such a joy to see Shelby again in Huntsville at the 50th DeepSouthCon, an even that drew me back into fandom after a too long hiatus. All my prayers and and condolences to his family.

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