‘You look like terrorists,’ said Al. ‘I wouldn’t be seen on Queens Boulevard with either one of you.’
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One of my favorite rejections to date came from an editor who knocked back my submission but told me by way of consolation that one of my colleagues—an enviable Irish wunderkind—got in instead, and how proud I must be. The editor went on to say that my story (which has since been published elsewhere) was ‘a little too dry, a little airless.’
‘She talking about your story,’ said a supportive friend, ‘or her vag?’
Women Writing the Weird: Out Now at Dog Horn Press
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As promised, WWW launched on Halloween. I don’t have my copy yet, but you can get it here. I’m excited to see my story, “Lion Man,” out and proud and in such great company…am prepared to be amazed by my colleagues. Also out and about is my poem, ‘Some Kind of Monster,’ at Go(b)et Magazine….
Kinda cool
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So excited. The Fall (excerpted from American Monster) picked up by New Dead Families, one of my favorite online mags, and Union Falls coming out in July at Fantasy Magazine. Ink going off to be Zapped today, with a lovely foreword by Kris Saknussemm.
Lion Man selected for Women Writing the Weird
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The team from Dog Horn Publishing have selected one of my first published stories, Lion Man, to be including in their upcoming international anthology. So very very cool. Short stories are still so hard for me. I guess they’re just hard. Doesn’t mean they’re not the best best thing. I’m reading some now, and while…
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Honored to have Union Falls picked up by Fantasy Magazine.
Bend Down Over and What??
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‘Why’n’t you just bend down over and suck,’ he says. Then he kangaroo kicks me in the stomach. His Keds against my gut. Hard. I buckle, suck in air or try to, images searing my eleven-year-old brain. Bend down over and—oh, the horror! He stands aside, fists clenched, and somehow I make it past him and the hulking albino driver that we call Shorty and off the bus, half falling on to the snow.