Bang on time, too. And we’re off and running.
Because even after half a bottle of Bollinger, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough, and now, typing this, I am not at all hungover, nor filled with that warm and generous feeling of having been with friends and eaten too much pizza and told too many lies although I did. Because where I really wanted to be was here. I have work to do.
I spent the first half hour in the candle-lit dark thinking, I’m going to have to go home and write about this, but then the Top Ten Classics and the steam and the rubbing and the creaminess took over and then I was just a piece of meat. But now I’m loving Brentley Frazer’s “Swimming…
Welcome back. I’ve had a bit of a crunch going on these last months with various projects. Many short stories out there, Blue Moves being shopped around. I’ve had some help from some amazing and unexpected sources who know who they are. Working on the new project now, a science-fiction sex fest about three mysterious…
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.
A story to send to PS, tweaking it now. A short coming out on Thursday at Opium Magazine. The wonderful Seb Doubinksy prepping the December Zap which will include at least one piece by moi, probably Blue Moves. Another article to write for The Nervous Breakdown, plus wonderful stuff from friends to read, read, read.