And so the countdown begins. In just over a week, I’ll be heading to my second hometown, to read along with fellow contributors, Zack Wentz, Heather Fowler and others, from States of Terror: Vol 2. I snagged a local monster for my story, you could call him a history monster, stubborn as hell and old…
…sometimes life falls at your feet so pre-stretched and warped that you don’t need to touch it. So broken and fragile that you fear too much handling will tear it apart. If you have the presence-of-mind to cup it in your hands, or the artist’s hardness of heart to make a note and file it…
My review of Gutted: Beautiful Horror Stories is over at LitReactor. Neat collection, lots of stories and images that linger. Couldn’t really name a favorite, because of the breadth of styles and subject matter, loosely connected around the idea of naked souls bared to elements not always of this world, but I have to say…
It can be a long time between drinks in the writing life, either because the day job gets in the way of making stuff up and subbing it, or because rejections tend to come in swarms and leave you allergic to your keyboard…. or you get caught up in a novel. Last year I was…
Here is a new piece I wrote on my experiences at the Tin House Summer Writers Workshop. “The place was crawling with babeness. I mean aside from the instructors—I’m talking Aimee Bender here, people. Antonya Nelson. But the delegates glowed too. The little memoir-writer in his white golf hat, and the tight, brittle New York…
Went by and checked out the venue with a friend, who gave it three thumbs up. Yay! Still haven’t heard back about the nibbles, oh well. We may just have to order pizza. I’m looking forward to chilling with nearest and dearest, and I can honestly say, maybe for the first time in a while,…
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