Blue Moves, excerpted
I have a piece out in Le Zaparogue #9, an excerpt from Blue Moves. Very proud to be in such good company and utterly thrilled to have a collection coming out soon with this classy imprint.
I have a piece out in Le Zaparogue #9, an excerpt from Blue Moves. Very proud to be in such good company and utterly thrilled to have a collection coming out soon with this classy imprint.
Hell! It’s March and this website is still half-assed. Knee-deep in TA-ing…. Film and Writing at a local university, not so local, maybe. 1 1/2 hour commute. Still finding time to goof off, though. This week I’ve returned to an oldie but a goldie from Joe R Lansdale: The Long Dead Day. “We did have…
I’ve been busy with things. The teaching, and I have stuff to read for other people. Writing for the Nervous Breakdown and for Clarion. I have a birthday coming up which fills me with both anticipation and dread. I haven’t been writing all that hard, have let the narrative threads for the novel unravel. Am becoming aware of what I have taken on again.
There are good days and not so good days. Nights of little sleep. Dreams, like the one last night, of a great tidal wave in the distance, in the future, and its devastation—flotsam and broken toys and scraps and terror already in the past, lapping at my feet.
Today I will weave a dream. A digital bridge to take me from here to there. Murky sludge of the true-facts world far below.
So tonight I teach a course I’ve never taught before at a school I’ve never been to before, to students I’ve never met, who think they’re going to be taught by someone else. Cool.
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Due to a confluence of circumstance, I taught every day and every night this week, either live or online. Summer ends here in a screaming frenzy of cicadas under a 40 degree Celsius sun and nights too hot and too still to mention. Lie there and hope for morning. Last night I finally fell asleep…
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