New Story Time

Sure, it’s been some time since I’ve posted now. But you thought I was rest­ing and being polite, then, didn’t you? Shame on you, com­rade; I’ve been quite busy. And I hope you have too. But I’ve been busy; two more out on paper, so two more up here in the ether.

New Sen­sa­tion” and “Sin­gu­lar­ity” are now out avail­able in the cur­rent issues of Inkwell and Trans­fer mag­a­zines, respectably, and there­fore present here. Enjoy them. “New Sen­sa­tion” and “Sin­gu­lar­ity” are just sto­ries, though I have been made aware that there are both rouge aster­oids and psy­chic tor­tures at bay in real life, respectably.


Transmission / Transition

I now spend my time indulging rather than apply­ing. That was tough, guys–even with help. With­out Dorothy’s help, who knows. Two months? Never? Maybe if I hired some­one to bran­dish a mag­num at me I could have man­aged every­thing as quick as we did on my own. Then again, maybe not. How much would it


Applicable?

I am now ankle deep in appli­ca­tions for grad school. Ankle deep, mind you, not knee deep yet. And I’m already hem­or­rhag­ing money, get­ting in argu­ments, and unable to write a piss blasted thing. Some of my appre­hen­sion rests on know­ing that I don’t mas­tur­bate to books like I know lots of MFA appli­cants do.


Advice to me from Isabel Allende

I met Isabel Allende once and had a moment to chat. I asked her, “If you have a project you’re try­ing to move a moun­tain with, and you’re there star­ing up at the peak, how do start?” She smiled and said, “Move it peb­ble by peb­ble, and cross the road with one peb­ble at a time.” I