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Positively Queer

2 Apr

Some pretty screwed up stuff has gone on with the whole publishing biz this week, huh? Obviously there’s the whole Dorchester thing–which seems pretty clearcut, but it never is. There’s the continued Borders closings–I’ve got a post about that coming up, too. Oh man. All that stuff makes me mad for various reasons.

But the one that really, really pissed me off lately was the Wicked Pretty Things imbroglio. I’m linking to the original Jessica Verday post there, but I heard about it from Seanan McGuire’s blog, which I follow religiously because she’s awesome. Everyone knows about it by now, so in brief: a m/m couple was assumed to be inappropriate subject matter for YA by a clueless editor, and a bunch of writers pulled out of the project as a result.

One wonders if this editor has ever met a teenager. I really like Andrew Smith’s policy on this. This should be universal or something, I swear.

Anyhow, my point is that no matter how you want to look at it, that’s fucked up, man. I’ve waited this long to say anything about it apart from the odd retweet because I was so pissed off that I didn’t trust myself not to go batshit about it.

But going batshit is dumb. Not because it doesn’t effect me personally, because it does. It really, really does, it effects all of us, and not just the writers and readers whose brains are wired for queerness, either. I know y’all feel the same from the supportive retweets and comments all week long. And that’s why it’s dumb to get mad. Because people recognize that this is wrong, and in a huge way. That’s amazing.

So rather than say the same crap everyone else already said this week, I’m gonna talk about the publishers and editors I’ve worked with who never thought twice when I brought The Queer.

1. Morrigan BooksMark Deniz and Amanda Pillar. This one is bass-ackwards, because my first ever published short, “The Mirror”, is actually about two guys who are best friends. They’re sharing a hotel room and a bed, and Amanda and Mark both assumed there was more of a boyfriend thing than a friend thing going on. Later, before I knew Mark very well, Amanda suggested me for Scenes From the Second Storey (International version, not out yet!). Mark sent me the sweetest email I think I’ve ever had about how he liked my story. Which is about a gay kid.

It sounds weird to praise them because years later I now work for them. But I’m not gonna lie, it’s part of why I wanted to work for them.

2. Belfire Press – Jodi Lee didn’t bat an eyelash over Scripped. The first scene in that book is two dudes making out on a couch. True story. The MC, when he’s not getting his skin peeled off or having panic attacks or being kidnapped or something, screws around with both men and women in the course of the story. You don’t need to be queer to get it, just like you don’t need to be straight to get Jane Austen. (Not that it’s as good, but you see my point.)

Oh yeah, and “The Dubious Magic of Elliot Prince“. That, too.

3. Dagan Books – If you’ve seen Cthulhurotica it’s evident that Carrie Cuinn doesn’t care if it’s straight, gay, man, woman, (monster,) whatever. If it’s good, she’s in. That little novella I just puked up for our little project last week–totally bi. Not just the MC, either. I’m halfway convinced that the story itself is bi, because I’m screwing around with dynamics and expectations a lot in it. She saw that synopsis and was like “YES!”, and dude. The love.

4. Shout-outs also go to Blood Bound Books, who have two stories of mine that might be termed lesbian horrotica in upcoming anthos, and to Jennifer Brozek who never gave a negative thought to my bisexual hero, Cami, in “The Runner”.

There are more, so many more, but these are the ones I will quite literally fight to work with based on how they’ve treated me and my characters already. I’m just getting warmed up.

Silly of me to make a big deal out of their acceptance and encouragement? Maybe. It’d be great if we lived in a world where we could take goodness for granted, but we don’t, and I can’t. I really liked what Julia Rios said at the Outer Alliance blog last week: I don’t want vengeance. I want a better future. I want to live in a society where people don’t make these assumptions to begin with.

And this is how it starts. So thanks for being awesome, y’all.

Now playing: The Charlatans – Smash The System
via FoxyTunes

Sentimentality and the Author

6 Mar

It’s a well-known fact that getting sentimental about your own novels is a bad policy. Being sentimental blinds you to faults–I don’t need to go into details or metaphors, we all know it does.

But there’s a problem there. Odds are good that if I don’t care about my characters, no one will. And the one thing that makes me put a book down before I even get halfway through–even more than a lack of editing so bad it takes twice as long to read as it should just because I have no idea what they’re talking about without at least two reads of each paragraph (hey, I read epic fantasy, believe me, it happens)–is if I don’t give a shit about any of the characters. “He’s a dick, she’s boring, he’s a foil for the hero, she’s a stereotype. Kill me now.”

Well, okay, I like characters who are dicks, boring, foils, and even those with some stereotypical characteristics–assuming they are not defined by those things and are shown as nuanced, complicated characters in their own right. (Off the top of my head, in order: Jaime Lannister, Elinor Dashwood, Draco Malfoy, Becky Sharp.) I can only assume that this was accomplished because, although these characters have their obnoxious points, they were also very dear to their creator at some point or another.*

Or because their creator was clever enough at providing redeeming qualities without beating me over the head with them that I didn’t notice. But seeing as at least three of those characters have zero redeeming qualities (barring Elinor, who is incredibly cool, just boring), I doubt it.

But then, this is why Stephen King in his amazing On Writing tells us to write the first draft with the door closed. For us.

And then write the second with the door open. For everyone with whom we’d like to share it.

That intended audience may differ greatly, is the thing. These days, when I start a project, I usually do it with a particular audience in mind. Hell, I’ve done that since I got “serious” (yes, scare quotes! Oooooo!) about writing–but that leads into a whole big rant about big press and small press and everything in between and author intention that I will spare you right now.**

But I like to think that the projects I started before that time have since been refined to the taste of a specific audience by now, be they wide or niche or whatever. I take months between drafts for this very reason, time and distance, as much separation as possible from what I felt while writing. And yet–my twitter friends will know I had a weird pang the other day, sending off a full MS of a dear old project of mine.*** And I thought, “Oh shit. If I care this much… I can’t have actually raked this thing over the coals like I should’ve! It must be god awful!”

That was yesterday. Then tonight, with a good night’s sleep, a little distance, a good dinner, and a nice glass of wine between me and hitting “send”, I thought, “Wait. How is that any different from any submission I’ve ever sent? I always care that much!”

So I don’t know which it was, and I never will, because I can’t. Forest for the trees, and all, and I’m convinced this amount of confusion is a necessary sacrifice, if I’m going to care enough to write convincingly. But I wonder if you all have any submissions that hurt more or less. Not rejections–those hurt more or less based on what’s going on in my day, I find, to the point where I can shrug off a deeply personal novel rejection I expected would devastate me, but a one off lark of a story getting rejected can awaken a sudden intense desire for a whole bar of chocolate and/or more of that delicious wine.

Because I’m honestly not sure if the others were any harder on me than this one, or if it’s just the years I spent with it blinding me with expectation. What do you think?

*Though we could safely argue that no character is dear to George RR Martin, who kills off his best and brightest with a wanton disregard that leaves even me aghast. I’m so glad A Dance With Dragons finally has a “real” release date… and yet I’m oddly reluctant because I just know he’s going to knock off Jaime finally.
Why? Well, because I LOVE HIM OF COURSE.
I feel vaguely certain Arya, Tyrion, Jon, and Dany have to survive this one, though. If only vaguely. So I’ve got something to read for after, right? … right.
(PS-someone please skewer Sansa. NOW.)
**Suffice it to say, small press is not a fucking BACK UP PLAN. Yeah, rawr, right?
***Not a project that has got much submissions action, in truth–and absolutely none in the last four years. No kidding. But no, I don’t normally take that long between drafts. Special case :D

Now playing: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – In Like The Rose
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Art, theater, writing

22 Feb

…and everything else awesome in the world.

Well, okay, maybe not everything. This whiskey on my desk is pretty damn good too–and there’s other stuff that comes to mind, but I’ll spare you.

So first, art. Anyone not viewing this in their rss reader will by now have noticed the presence of a new decoration–if we can call him that, poor little dear–at this here site. I talked to the magnificent C. Bernard (she did the Magdala portrait for The Red Penny Papers and our first cover based on Aaron Polson’s Abraham Reaver) about the possibility of a little sketch. See, I’ve had this character since I was 13 years old, and I always kind of wanted to get someone awesome to draw him. Someone awesome = Courtney.

As the sidebar now proves. So anyhow, that’s Aldo, and I posted a bigger version of him to twitpic earlier–it’s worth seeing to appreciate the full awesome. He’s been with me long enough and inspired enough stories (not to mention a tattoo) that he leveled up from Character to Official Muse ages ago. It’s only right then that he should be the poster boy for the blog.

So, sorry if your workplace gets mad if you have man nipples on your screen. For what it’s worth, he doesn’t think he should be without a shirt in public either. And he’s probably right, but his tattoos are important, dammit.

Also in art, I saw a prelim compositional sketch for some Scripped-related art my aunt is working on. Yeah, my aunt. My family is awesome, I know. But let’s just say I’ve been squeeing with art-loving joy all weekend, man.

Theater! I regularly spam this blog with tales of trips to the opera and other such theatricals, so no one will be surprised by this. We went to visit my parents for the long weekend, and my brother’s girlfriend, the remarkably talented and adorable Kassidy, was in a production of The Laramie Project at her university. Again, no surprises that I loved it–but even my husband, who is very wary of anything depressing, and my father, who is easily bored by drama, fell in love. If you ever get a chance to see it, please do. It’s fucking brilliant.

Helped that the production was fucking brilliant, though. As a fun side note, The Westboro Baptist dumbasses were supposed to stage a protest on campus–as they often do when this particular show is produced, both because of the subject matter and because Phelps is portrayed in all his genuine lunacy in the play. They were coming to the Sunday show… and failed to realize it was a matinee. I don’t know if they showed up at 6pm as they’d planned, but I hope they enjoyed finding out that the show was over and done with and no one gives a crap what they think.

Writing! I edited a bunch last week–final preparations for the RPP spring issue have been good to go for some time, but I’m also working on exciting things for Morrigan Books (said exciting things will be announced soon!), so life is good to me just now. But in my spare time–because this is my idea of a good time–I wrote an outline for a story for a project some may or may not have noticed me discussing with the lovely Carrie Cuinn on twitter. Yay for new stories!

I also saw The King’s Speech (which I loved), played Fable III (which I need), and ate at Primanti Bros (which is magic). So that’s me after the long weekend. How are y’all doing?

Now playing: Autour De Lucie – L’eau qui dort
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Small Press For The Win

17 Jan

I’m going to India in a week. Waaaaugh gocrazyfreakoutomg!

But before that, the Steelers are in the AFC championship! The Ravens game nearly sent me into cardiac arrest, but in truth, I’m still in a vindictive place where I really enjoy watching Roethlisberger get the shit kicked out of him. And the less said about that, the better.

But I’m not here to talk about creepy quarterbacks. I’m here to ask you to check out Michelle Davidson Argyle‘s series: “Should You Consider a Small Publisher?” I saw the first post linked on twitter last week, and retweeted. I liked what the authors she talked to said, agreed with it, but at the same time I felt like they missed my own sweet spot.

Michelle saw my complaining and charitably invited me to share my thoughts, which just went up, along with several excellent testimonials from others on today’s edition. All of the posts in the series are linked from there, but my favorite was part 4, wherein agent Weronika Janczuk gives her take. I thought she hit a lot of the best stuff–plus, the agent perspective was a totally new angle for me.

I really mean what I said in my little 3 paragraph “small press is godly” bit, though. I had very good advice that if I wanted to sell Scripped, I should cut out the sex and swearing, tone down the torture, and make the ending less of a sucker punch. I also had warring advice that if I changed a word, I’d be hunted down mercilessly.

Okay, that’s paraphrasing, but you know what I mean.

Not that I was under any illusions before, but that was hard evidence that the story wasn’t going to be pleasing to everyone. No story is, but knowing the former advice to be sound in terms of a wider audience, I also knew that the latter indicated that there could be interest in it as is. I considered both carefully, but ultimately decided the changes suggested would leave me with a very different story.

A story that would bore my face off, at the end of the day.

Yes, I, the person who will loudly proclaim her willingness to sell out far and wide, stuck to my guns. I know, crazy, but I guess I have a heart in here somewhere after all.

But that’s why, when Jodi saw me talking about my editing dilemma here and said, “You should send that to Belfire Press”, I had a genuine Eureka Moment. I know Jodi and Louise get the kind of things I was trying to do with it, and that if it belonged anywhere, that’d be it.

Like, how can you not feel like the luckiest person on earth, when that happens? What are the odds? And that’s what a small press is: it’s the freedom to be honest, and know that there is an audience out there who’ll feel it, too. (Assuming you’re willing to beat it into shape, of course–a given, but I thought I’d better say it.) I don’t mean that anything with a wide audience is dishonest, not at all–I have things intended for that very purpose myself, though god knows if they’ll work out half so well. I’m just saying that in this case, it wasn’t so much about control or attention or anything at all except home.

And that’s what I wanted to say about that, but I felt it’d be better to get longwinded on my own blog, if you know what I mean. Thanks a ton to Michelle, who went to a great deal of effort to put together such a wonderful series on small press–and who’s definitely introduced me to a few new authors and presses to watch.

Now playing: Manic Street Preachers – A Design For Life
via FoxyTunes

Does the lipstick on my lips stick on your face?

15 Nov

I cannot get this song out of my head. Lipstick by the Buzzcocks. Whom I love. A lot. But dude, seriously, the same song all day? Is this necessary? Why, god, why?


Well, it’s been that kind of weekend. I was almost completely useless, and it was rad. This was the first week in a month and a half where I had absolutely nowhere to be–at least, nowhere further than the 5 minute trip to the National Gallery, where I spent a large chunk of my Friday afternoon. My family is well, my friends are way too much fun, even my cat has been obliging this weekend. The Steelers lost, but they deserved it, and I got a new pair of Doc Martens in the mail, too. I mean, wow.

This calls for more questions in the 30 Days of Writing vein.

19. Favorite minor that decided to shove himself into the spotlight and why!
I was writing my first vampire book–gosh, almost 10 years ago, now. It starts with the MC getting his brains fucked out by a woman who would under most circs be unattainable for him. (He’s hard to love sometimes, what can I say?) It’s one of those characters that you name and then realize who they are–as in completely. She’s called Madison.

She was like “Great, that was fun, but now let’s go do this–“

And not her and unlovable MC, with whom she was done–at least in that capacity. Like, her and me. So there we go, she gets her own book!

20. What are your favorite character interactions to write?
As much as I inject romance into my stories, my favorite to write is anything that ends in a fight.

Dart and Tommy from The Resurrectionists come to mind just now, for obvious “I have this book on the brain” reasons. At one point they actually have a knock down drag out fist fight in a graveyard. Tom has to use his cravat to stop his nose bleeding.

Oddly enough, after that they’re almost friends. But sometimes you just need to punch someone to come to terms with them.

Wait, that’s not right…

21. Do any of your characters have children? How well do you write them?
Yeah, Rufus from Plaguebringer has a little girl… actually that might be it. I don’t know how well I write her–I just think of my friends’ little girls or my dozens of cousins and go from there.

And in closing, if you’ve not seen already, Skull Salad has a new (or perhaps just extra!) direction too. Short fiction reviews– and non-pro paying at that!

I’m going to bite my proverbial tongue here and not make snarky comments about the whole Tangent thing. Just gonna say, “Yay, Aaron!”

Now playing: Buzzcocks – Lipstick
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Guest Blog by Jeremy D. Brooks!

30 Sep

My wash of questions must be getting old, so today I come bearing Interesting Things: a guest blog from Jeremy D. Brooks. The world is both an exciting and daunting place for writers and readers–this is not new, it always has been, it’s just that the particulars are ever-changing. Jeremy’s following in the footsteps of indies everywhere (hey, early American publishing was all what we’d call self-pub–you should see some of the awesome books and pamphlets I found in Philly doing research…) and blazing the trail for others.

So, here’s Jeremy on that marvelous beast, self-editing:

A lot—a LOT—of writers are considering self-publishing. That’s the clearest emerging theme in the feedback I’ve gotten since I announced that I was releasing Amity all by me onesy.

Ultimately, writers are fed up with the bone-crunching contraction that the business end of commercial publishing is going through. We can’t blame the mysterious market-beast that we call Publishing for our troubles; nor can we blame the earthly agents of Publishing (agents, publishers, etc) for not buying more of our work—tilting at windmills, and whatnot.

At a certain point you have to decide to wait it out, move on to another hobby/career, or find a new way to do it. I chose the latter (the wisdom of which is still up for debate).

Lessons learned? Still compiling those…

Here’s one:

You know how you edit your stories to the nth degree, until you feel like you can recite entire chapters by heart? If you want to self-publish, plan on taking that to an extreme. Even if you have beta readers, even if you hire a book doctor, plan on doing most of it yourself. Look forward to becoming so intimate with your story that your words morph into someone else’s—like when you repeat a word over and over again until it drops out of the English language and becomes a member of an unknown foreign tongue (try it with “salve” or “viper”).

I did full-length, stem-to-stern, detailed edits on Amity at least ten times (might be more, I lost count…and the ten does not count hitting control-F to find every instance of a word that I forgot to cap or some italics that got lost in formatting or the special characters that the Calibre conversion software thought worthy of ignoring or the double spaces that I decided that I didn’t need or the tabs I used instead of proper indents…you get the picture).

But, it was good. It felt healthy. It made Amity feel intimately mine—not crafted for a market or generalized for a larger base, but massaged by my hand (and the firm nudging of my wonderful and brutal beta readers) into something that seemed to make sense more for the sake of the story than for what a mass market would expect to read.

Amity is a microbrewed pumpkin-sage beer crafted in someone’s basement—a concoction that people either love or hate. It’s a joke whispered in the back corner of a bar when your closest friends are the only ones left drinking.

It’s probably not for everyone. It is guaranteed to offend some people, and will probably make a lot of people giggle. And, I hope, it will make people contemplate their place in the world, nestled between the real world and the cold, glassy reflection of a computer monitor.

AMITY is now available in paperback or in most ebook formats, including Kindle, Nook, and just about any other format you could need. Find out more at

And, thanks to Kate for sharing some space on her blog!

I was already going to buy the book, but the handcrafted beer thing just made me thirsty, too. Time for a fall microbrew!

Brief Context Post + Announcement!

30 Aug

Ohhh Context 23. I had to bail early for family stuff, so I only got one night and a day out of it (missed the legendary Shroud party and ALL of the readings–bah!), but what I got of it was great fun.

The last con I went to, I’d made maybe a handful of short story sales–no book upcoming, etc, so not so much of a reason to blab about me me me. This one taught me that I have a larger problem talking about myself than I realized. Not about writing, I’ll blabber all day about that, but about the stuff I’ve actually written. Apart from the obvious newbie self-consciousness, I already know all that crap, so I’m easily sidetracked by new shiny things. So here I am talking to folks whose names I’ve admired on book covers many, many times (oh, what, me overawed?) trying to list the awesome people lined up at Belfire Press and I get through two and my brain stalls, and the conversation jumps tracks.

I mean, that’s cool for now, but probably something to watch out for when I’m trying to promote a whole book next year. Maybe I need a script. Ah well, like GI Joe says, knowing is half the battle. I’ll get this!

But seriously, it was great, and everyone was so nice. I wish y’all had come with me! (Next year? Pretty please?) And I got tons of books I’ve wanted for ages but just haven’t gotten to yet, and got them signed, at that. Which is cool because I always read a ton when I’m doing rewrites, and guess what September is all about?

Good thing I took Diana Botsford’s awesome rewrites workshop, huh? Oh yeah.

(Dude, she wrote for Star Trek: TNG. And she writes Stargate Books! How I avoided a fangirl freakout on everyone there, I do not know, but I was very demure, thanks. Er, at least, for me.)

And now a self-serving announcement (it’s easier on a blog!): I learned just before I left that I’ve sold my first Liberty Tree story, and to one of my favorite magazines. “The Peacock and the Raven” will appear in September’s issue of Reflection’s Edge! Not only have I been a huge fan forever, but I even had one of my first handful of sales there, “Green” back in 2008. And if you haven’t seen last month’s issue yet, it was really brilliant. Had great stuff from both Jeremy Kelly and NK Kingston.

So yay!

I sold another weird little tale too, but I suppose it would be best to wait for contracts and all to say anything. Yes, that seems rational. I can be rational, sure.

I have the 10 By Then bet to thank for this recent glut of good fortune. I won’t win it, as I only have 5 subs taken care of and only one more day to go to magically produce 5 more. But between these lovely acceptances and the knowledge that I have somehow produced 4 completely new works of short fiction (not counting 2 flashes meant for a particular market that isn’t open now–foiled again!) and edited another this month–well, that removes some of the sting. Hell, I’m usually lucky if I turn out that much short stuff in a year. Mercedes, you and your bets rock.

And in closing, there’s still one more day left in Australia before the Ditmar votes are finalized. For voting rights, you just have to be a member of Dudcon. They make it really easy, so have at it!

(And thank you for all the kind wishes before I left. Yes, I am 30 now. Almost a real human being. Plus, my family gave me Absolute Sandman Vol II. Mwahahaha, no grown-up gifts for me!)

Now playing: Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Gold Lion
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The Exciting Announcement

23 May

I’m home from my vacation, which was absolutely lovely, thank you. Wild ponies and bald eagles and all kinds of interesting wildlife were discovered, plus I got an adorable plush fox. There’s nothing for fending off that post-book-writing letdown like good friends and interesting things to do, is there? (Also, cute toys.)

In truth I have no right to be let down about anything just now. I’m very pleased to tell you the reason for my champagne drinking the other day: I promised myself a bottle of the Good Stuff, normally reserved for New Years celebrations, when I sold my first book. And now the lovely Jodi Lee at Belfire Press has accepted my dark Appalachian fae novel, Scripped, for publication! The tentative date is June 2011, and…

Man. Awesome.

It needs saying: Thanks Megh for “getting it” and Manda for cleaning it up. <3

Now playing: The Jam – News of the World
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The 8 Stages of Editing

22 Mar

(or The Progression of My Week, During Which A Work of Fiction Last Seen Over a Year Ago Was Prepared For Submissions Anew)

Stage 1: Nostalgic Affection
Oh, how I missed this book. These characters are like dear old friends. I’m so glad to see you all that I’m actually excited to edit, that I may introduce you to my actual friends some day. Joy!

Stage 2: Optimism (or The Idiot’s Contentment)
Well there are some problems here– man did I suck a year ago– but I can definitely make something of it. Tally ho!

Stage 3: Trepidation (or The Dawn of Intelligence)
Hm, more problems than I thought. Better go back and start from the beginning again and make sure I’m being consistent. And go back again. And again.

Stage 4: Disillusionment and Despair
Oh god, I’m getting nowhere, there are just too many issues. This book is terrible, my writing is brittle and pathetic, and no one will ever love these characters! Woe!

Stage 5: Heroic Resolve
Okay, fuck it. I liked it once, I’ll like it again, someday. I will finish, no matter how many hours I spend. And I will finish by tomorrow, dammit.

Stage 6: Rewrites in Earnest
You know what, it’d be a lot faster just to rewrite this whole scene. Or these five scenes. And maybe rearrange the ending a little. Yeah, hey, this is kinda fun.

Stage 7: The Forgetful Trance
Write fix write write write write fix write fix fix write– what do you mean it’s dinner time? I haven’t even had lunch– oh. Damn.

Stage 8: Victory Is Mine
Oh my god, is it really done? Really? Really?

Oh fuck it, I don’t care if it’s done. I’m done. Love you, baby– time to go back out into the world.

*hits send*

Now playing: Muse – Exogenesis: Symphony, Part 1 (Overture)
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Little Updatey Things

20 Mar

Updatey is not a word, I know. But it’s descriptive, you have to admit.

This weekend I’m fixing up an oldish manuscript for submission, Wolfton Paranormal. (Which I know is an incredibly vague title, but it’s meant to be more of an overarching one, as of course, what’s an urban fantasy without a sequel or three in the works?) I love going back to something after a year away from it, it feels like visiting an old friend I missed like crazy, and I’m always convinced that this one– whatever it is– is my favorite, and I can make something of it if I just keep at it.

Well no, my first will always be the favored child, I have to confess. I wouldn’t be writing now without it. But I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels that way.

Anyhow, since I was at it, I figured I’d update the little project page for it over there on the sidebar, and then figured what the hell, might as well do ‘em all. So I did some tweaking and finally, finally gave Scripped its own page. About goddamn time, seeing as I’ve had the thing edited, polished, and out with a lovely publisher for a few months now. Poor neglected novel! Don’t think I don’t love you, Jonah. You know I do.

Then I updated the Short Fiction page to show the latest developments, including the upcoming Necrotic Tissue bite, and the Scenes From the Second Storey project with Morrigan Books– on that latter, the Aussie version is the one that’s up on the Morrigan site. I’m in the international one to be edited by Mark Deniz and Greg Ballam and it’s still TBA time-wise. I’d try and convince you to wait on that one, but the Aussie one looks delicious. I’m thinking buying both is the only logical course of action.

Right, but I had a point here that doesn’t involve shocking narcissism. That is that if your name isn’t over on that sidebar, and you have a blog/site that with which you’d like me to trade links/have been trading links and I’m too freaking slow to notice, please let me know. It’s a beautiful list, and I use it in concert with my trusty Thunderbird rss reader to keep up with y’all, so don’t be shy.

Now playing: Arctic Monkeys – Dance Little Liar
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