Queer writer of weird things
More years ago than I care to count, I dated a boy who lived in a small town south of St. Louis, in Iron County. He was sweet but ultimately we were too far apart, geographically and otherwise. Most of the time, we spent our dates in St. Louis, but one weekend, I drove down …
Continue reading "“Charlotte’s Mother,” A Story in the Saturday Evening Post"
Midwestern Gothic has a three-round flash fiction contest ever summer, and this summer, against all odds, I won round 2. Entries for each round are based on a given photo prompt, and you can see round 2's prompt over there on the right. The resulting story, "Transport," came together pretty quickly, which surprised me. I've …
I got the nicest rejection letter recently. No, I’m totally serious. I wanted to write them back and say thank you; thank you for rejecting my work! Are they going to publish it? No. Did I win any sort of consolation prize (like, you know, money)? No. Is my name going to be on some …
Continue reading "Want to get published more? Embrace rejection — an update"
There's a story of mine, "You Ride the Bus," up and live now at The Citron Review for their spring issue, which features queer-themed writing: After a while you start to take note of the drivers you encounter. There's the one who drives very carefully when the bus is packed, and the one who drives …