Bone Idle

November 9

Hello! Prepare for another all-over-the-map entry!

For those of you who come for the rah-rah-writing stuff: I sold a poem, "How to Love a Fairy Maid", to The Magazine of Speculative Poetry. It's print, it's awesome, and this is my first sale there. And the editor sent a check along with the acceptance letter-- now that's nice. Even if it's not much money. This is one of my favorite poems; y'all are in for a treat.

Last night I read almost all of my Speculon slush, over two months of accumulated submissions... I've been a very bad poetry editor. But now I'm caught up (well, except for about four poems that I didn't get to read yesterday). I've filled the All-Humor Speculon Spectacular issue, with some pretty funny stuff, I think... When else would I have the opportunity to publish double dactyls, huh? Well, I suppose any time I wanted, but I think they're better suited for a humor issue... And I've chosen a couple of poems for the January issue, more serious stuff that I've been holding onto for a while. So poetry-editing-stuff is good, but my inbox is empty, so start sending me work! And encourage your speculative-poetry-writing friends to do the same! The submission address is poetry@speculon.com.

Also last night, Heather and I went to Thrillville, with the lovely Susan Marie. It was my first visit to the Parkway. I am in love with that theater. There are couches, yo. And beer. And pizza. And baba ghanoush. And hummus, except when they drop it on the floor. And it's a crazy old-school kinda theater with weird frescoes and suchlike... I dig it the most. Last night was the Psychotronic Toy Show Holiday somethingorother... mostly robot films. There was a whole episode of Gigantor! That is so cool! Though Heather wound up curling against me to nap after about an hour and a half, and she's forbidden me to sing the Gigantor theme song... (bigger than big/taller than tall/somethinger than something/stronger than strong/fighting for right..../against wrong!)

Great fun.

November 10

11:45 a.m.

I didn't have a chance to finish my entry last night. Mom got online, and I started chatting with her, and then Heather came home, and that was it for solitary typing-time.

We watched the Buffy musical last night. Oh, it's crazy-good. There are moments that really give me chills. I suspect we'll watch it often.

We also watched some, ah, work-related materials of Heather's, which was quite fun. We ordered take-out from Barney's and had a nice staying-in-and-eating-and-vegging-and-frolicking kind of Friday.

So far this morning I've typed up and revised a horror story, "Bone Sigh," that I wrote in longhand in late September. I found a nice market for the story, so I decided to get it finished and send it off.

My friend Michael Kelly has a story at Twilight Showcase. It's really good, but it's very dark, very horrific, so don't go read it if you don't want to read such things. I like it... it's a horror story about consequences, about the bad things that happen to innocents, about not being innocent anymore as a result... it's nicely complex. I like it.

On the agenda today: write an essay about horror poetry, possibly write a review. Clean house, pay bills. Then, tonight, my date with the wonderful loveable light-of-my-life Heather! So many good movie options... we'll see Donnie Darko if it's still around, or The Man Who Wasn't There...

And in breaking news, friend and fellow Clarionite Hilary Moon Murphy just sold her story "The Run of the Fiery Horse" to Realms of Fantasy! Woo hoo! It's a great story, in a great market, and marks the beginning of a great career, I think...

Hmm. I guess that's all, really. Happy weekend!