Queer writer of weird things
I'm gonna get a little soapbox-y here. So all that froth you see is not me foaming at the mouth. Read on without fear of contacting rabies.... I was reading something on social media (I forget where, but it was probably while I was supposed to be doing something else, like oh, I don't know, …
(Or "I Solemnly Swear That I Am up to No Good") Whoa! Time flies when you're having fun. It it's it time's fun when you're having flies? Either way, time flies regardless, ago you might as well have fun. Anyway, speaking of fun! Careful readers (all three of you; good morning! Can you tell I …
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It's nice to see The Unwanted get a little end-of-2014 love from readers. Hilcia over at Impressions of A Reader puts The Unwanted among her favorites of last year, a list which also includes The Bears of Winter, where you'll find my story "Snowblind." Her list also includes Jess Faraday's The Affair of the Porcelain Dog and Turnbull House, both of which …
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I got another rejection notice yesterday. It was for a story I wrote during grad school, in my fiction workshop with Linda Svendsen, about a couple in the St. Louis suburbs dealing with a wayward armadillo. (I think I've written about that story here before, but anyway.) There was an article in the Missouri Botanical …
Have you heard of Dear Teen Me? It's a website where authors write letters giving their younger selves the advice they wished they'd had at the time. It even became a book that has letters from more than 70 writers. If you could talk to your younger self, would you? I'm not sure; the person …
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Enough of tooting my own horn. I'm going to sing someone else's praises for a while. I met ’Nathan Smith (who publishes under the name ’Nathan Burgoine) in May of 2009 when Michael and I went to the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans. I knew a little about him already at that …
Back in 2003, I was taking a fiction writing workshop, and it was my turn to submit something for class. And I had nothing. Nothing, that is, except a bunch of old drafts and half-finished stories I'd written years ago. In a handful of cases, I had finished the stories, and so I reached for …
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Back in 2010, I saw the most wretched movie I've ever seen in my life. Bold statement? I know. And I've seen some real stinkers before. Now, I usually have a policy of not talking smack about anyone's creative efforts because a) I know how much that can hurt and b) I know that even …
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