I’m plugging this for a friend, long time after I said I would, but you should check it out. Thin Walls Press. Some cool little stories. Always room for more word places.
By way of counting-down, I’m going to post a different image of weirdness every few days until blast off. Here cover art from Der Orchideengarten, arguably the world first fantasy mag launched in 1919, and which ran for 51 issues until 1921.
In other news American Monster is now available in ebook format from 0s&1s Press. $6. Thanks to Cameron Pierce and the smart people at Lazy Fascist Press.
Over half full. Getting pumped for this. Looking forward to meeting my students.
The most important life skill is to learn to be loved. If, like me, life has taught you otherwise, and that you are unlovable, you had better unlearn in three, two, one. We’ll do it together. Now. Today is the day. Whatever it takes. I am with you. Fight Club, Glee Club. I’ll be over…
Because Charlie Watts. And because it’s Friday, and I crushed, like six deadlines. And because it’s wine time. And because the bodies of those deadlines are a bridge back to the manuscript. What a beautiful buzz to be out of that rut.
The Bridge, picked up by one of my favorite mags, Spinetingler.
Done and done. For now. Lucky to have readers I trust, mothers in arms and combat veterans. An adapted excerpt picked up by Spinetingler, coming out in April.
Reading at Left Bank Books in Seattle to a packed house. More pics and debriefs in ensuing posts. An incredible end to a memorable and exhausting week.
So this. Last night I sang in my sleep. It woke me up almost at the same time it woke him. Jen, he said, nudging me to the surface. You’re singing. It was a terrible dream. Plotless and physical. The wordless tune pulled from my viscera like a meat hook. It was more a compulsion,…