Not Swine

August 21

Writing related stuff, mostly, today. My story "The Dog Boys" is up at Deep Outside. I just tried to read it and, instead, cringed away in horror. I hate seeing my work in publication somewhere. I mean, I love getting published, but somehow every awkward phrase and poor word choice leaps into visibility when I read something in final, out-there form. It's irrational. But it's my way.

In other news, I just got an email from Seth Lindberg at Gothic.net. My story "Pearls, Frogs, Spiders" will be appearing there in September. I wrote that story last Christmas during a bored afternoon in my dad's kitchen-- it's a short, brutal little fairy tale (of sorts).

I finally got an address! Yay! As you likely know, I'm living on the kindness of friends until this September, but I just obtained a PO box, so I can finally start submitting stories again! The rejections have been piling up-- this week I'm going to attempt to get back in circulation, in hopes of continuing this string of acceptances. (Note: A "string" is defined in this case as "more than one.")

I've undergone some residence-tribulations this past week, and things were a bit despairish for a while, but everthing's better, now. I don't think I'll get into gory details-- let's just say that, through no particular fault of my own, I almost had to live in a tent on the beach for a while. But that's been averted, and I'm staying with a lovely astronomer-friend for the moment, in a house with murals on the walls. That's a temporary arrangement, until me and Scott can find a place... but it's a pleasant living situation.

I'm writing a good amount, revising a lot, reading (history and quantum physics and a little poetry and some short stories and the usual novels), job-hunting, stuff like that.

I don't guess I have anything else of importance to relate... I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still here.

Until next I babble...