So in anticipation of rejections for two of my stories currently floating out there in the world, I revised them this weekend. I didn’t mean to do it. They are pretty tight already, but, Jesus, when I read them over, it seemed so obvious that this sentence needed moving and that sentence needed a slight trim.

So I guess I’m sort of hoping they get rejected, so the slightly altered versions are the ones that people (hopefully) eventually read? Could that be right? No, that is completely insane. But it seems to be my state of mind at the moment!… Read more

The Faces Between Us or How I Discovered a New Kind of Crazy

It’s been a weird couple of weeks. I never have enough time. I’m constantly tired. Yet I always manage to fit in writing–the good, the bad, and the absolute, soul-suckingly shitty. It’s what I do.¬†These are not complaints, rather they are an explanation of my default condition.

And my partner and kids are pretty damn supportive.

If you’ve read my writing, it’ll come as no surprise that I tend to slip into anxious, and sad, and over-stretched if I’m not paying attention. Also not a big deal. I know myself pretty well, and so does my family. Sample conversation:

Me … Read more

New Fiction and Some Hoping

Okay, I don’t blog very successfully, by which I mean I don’t do it often enough. But why not change that right now? That’s what I’m asking myself this morning. Quick posts, that’s all it takes, right?

So here goes ….

My flash piece “Drinking Grandma’s Tea” is one of the two stories up on Bartleby Snopes this week. There’s some sort of voting thing at the end of the month. The winning piece (or pieces, I’m not really sure) will be included in a print edition. Something along those lines anyway. Voting, winning, printing. Those are all good verbs. … Read more