Saturday, December 31, 2011
One of the stories in this first online issue is my flash fiction story "Gallery of Vanquished Art." This one began as a writing prompt. A group of us had been throwing out ideas for future writing prompts, rather, and someone suggested a monologue. That one wasn't the prompt chosen, but I decided I liked the idea and patterned this story very loosely on Robert Brownings' "My Last Duchess," where you gradually realize just what a monster the speaker of the poem is. The little hints and things he leaves unsaid make this a story I'm quite proud of.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Initially the bibliography was what started this change, actually. I hadn't updated the thing for over a year, which only left off the one 2010 publication, but left off everything from this year, which was quite a bit, as well as the few things I have forthcoming. But the thought of updating it always got pushed back, in part because of how primitive that old writing website looked, so I just didn't want to think about it. Updating it had been part of my goals for the month, though, so I finally got to it last night. The links should all work now, as far as I've been able to tell. Feel free to let me know if anything doesn't
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
One thing I didn't get into the interview is how addicting those kinds of things can be: whether it's twitter fiction or twitter poetry or other minimalist/micro forms of creative writing, I just find it very fun and rewarding to sit down and see how the words take shape. I can easily get very distracted from other writing (and, to be honest, other things I ought to be spending my time on) and spend a few days just playing with the form.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Is it really complete? I don't know about that. It comes in a little on the short side--about 75k words. There were a few times when I went back and put something in brackets like [need a scene here to show XYZ] or [elaborate on ABC here], so that will boost the word count some. I'm sure there's layering and other things that will add to that, but there will also be tightening to make the prose stronger, so it's hard to say how that will even out. So that's one of several reasons that I can't say I feel some big thrill of accomplishment--it doesn't (and never has for previous novels either) quite feel real, like there's still some big thing I have to work on before I set it aside for a few months and then tackle the revisions. But there isn't. There will be plenty of big things to work on when it comes time to revise. But for now, this draft is done.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The Branch Library is infinite. All Libraries of Babel are infinite. The Branch Libraries are just smaller.
Which is larger: all possible numbers, or all possible even numbers? Logically, they're the same size. A fraction of an infinite set is still infinite, isn't it? By the same logic, it's possible for an infinite library in which every other book is, say, Stephen King's Cujo to still contain all possible books, same as the main library. It's just that you stand a 50% chance of getting Cujo.
I'm only using Cujo as an example. As you know, we did not work at an infinite library where every other book is Stephen King's Cujo. That library is in El Paso.
As the story goes on, the librarian ventures deep into the labyrinthine library, encountering the residents who've made their lives within the stacks after getting lost. But her worst dilemma might just be the city council.
And speaking of getting antsy as so many good-sounding stories (and nonfiction) get posted that I really want to read...Weird Fiction Review went live last week. There are already several stories and bunch of other content--columns, reflections, comics--and some interesting things lined up for the week ahead. Looks like a great hub for all kinds of cool stuff.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Arthur John became initialized early in life. Initialization is a Southern rite of passage akin to the Hebrew practice of circumcision, but it is sometimes less painful and does not always occur on the seventh day. So Arthur John Longstreet became A.J., and A.J. he has remained.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
When Andrea brought her new wife to the pod, the family welcomed her, of course, quite properly. And then, not intentionally, ignored her. They had issues of their own: the main huswife, their pod's Second, was leaving, taking a significant amount of the household income, and one of the more minor husbands needed significant surgery, and then they had all of the other individual and family issues that a pod might have.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Friday, September 02, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Story sale to Penumbra
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
There is an old Sanskrit word, lîla, which means play. Richer than our word, it means divine play, the play of creation, destruction, and re-creaction, the folding and unfolding of the cosmos.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Story available for purchase
I mentioned this on Facebook the other day but not here on my blog...
Issue two of One Buck Horror is available now for Kindle and Nook, and their associated reading apps/programs. For one buck you'll get five stories, including my flash fiction piece "What Swims These Waters."
This story was a one-hour writing exercise. I don't actually recall what the prompt was...maybe something as simple as the story had to be about water in some way. By the end of the hour I'd written most of the story already (which doesn't usually happen for me with those exercises, even something as short as a flash). It certainly required some significant revising after that, but that was primarily wording issues and didn't significantly change the core story.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Friday, July 08, 2011
The other story to have recently become available is "To Save a Hero" in Bards and Sages Quarterly's July 2011 issue (Amazon link).
Monday, July 04, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
If you're not a subscriber (and why not?--it's free to subscribe), it'll be online in a week, and I'll post a link then, and say more about the story, if anything comes to mind.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I just received my contributor copy of this magazine, which includes my poem "Spell." The magazine is a lot bigger, more colorful, and more glossy than a lot of small-press zines--I haven't read much of what's inside yet, but I'm impressed with the presentation. The poem itself has actually been online for a couple of weeks as a teaser for the issue, so you can read that (for now) at the magazine's main site.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
- Coming down through the mountains toward Santa Fe (my wife insisted on listening to the Newsies soundtrack...) with a thin-cloud snowstorm that showed the setting sun only slightly dimmed.
- Albuquerque botanical gardens.
- Snow-dotted cliffs outside Gallup, New Mexico.
- Seeing a bit of the Painted Desert as we crossed Arizona.
- A rainbow-colored cloud off to the side of Mt. Humphreys as we came toward Flagstaff. Of all the places we saw, Flagstaff seemed like the one I could see myself living in...though admittedly that's based mostly on the surroundings, as we didn't really see much of the city itself.
- The Grand Canyon, with snow among the piñon trees along the edge.
- Saguaro cacti and palm trees as we dropped down from Flagstaff to Phoenix.
- Warm weather in Phoenix (almost too warm...but a nice break from winter).
- The zoo and very cool children's museum in Phoenix.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
George Orwell's science-fiction classic Nineteen Eighty-Four wasn't a failure because the future it predicted failed to come to pass. Rather, it was a resounding success because it helped us prevent that future.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
You think of a city as a map, all knotted up in the bondage of grid lines imposed by town planners. But really, it’s a language—alive, untidy, ungrammatical. The meaning of things rearranges. The scramble of the docks turns hipster cool and the inner city’s faded glamour gives way to tenement blocks rotting from the inside. It develops its own accent, its own slang.
As of this second there are 3,236,728,909 people over the age of four living in the world, all of whom I am intimately familiar with. Of these, there are 876,852,003 that I love, and one that I am currently in love with. In ten years, when I am twenty, I hope to love everyone on the planet as Gordon did once for almost two minutes. He is my hero.