Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Running At Top Speed As Fast As My Little Heart Can Take

So here's a little piece of awesome: Sherman Alexie gave a superfucking cool shout-out to the Safety Pin Review on his website earlier today. "So funny, so terrestrial and so Internetty at the same time,"says he.

Sherman Alexie was an author I first read in an English textbook my senior year in high school (otherwise a miserable time), and whose style has considerably influenced my writing over the years (I've fed off of the considerable energy stores of Flight numerous times), so his words of encouragement are something like a dream come true for me. There's more (along with some fresh action shots of Issue Six, featuring the inimitable David James Keaton) over at the Safety Pin Review site.

I also had a piece accepted at Specter Magazine, so I believe props to mensah demary are in order.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Arterial Spray


This is lit critic Myg├╝el’s solution to my thinning hair. Ingenious.

In literary news, my first legitimate published short story, “An Open Invitation to That Part of the Heart,” is up at Quick Lucks, so you should read it straightaway and let me know what you think.

A few months ago I had my shortest piece ever (11 words) accepted by PicFic, and then never heard from them again. Trawling through the interwebs this morning, I found their site and perused the archives, only to find that my story had come and gone about a month ago without my being informed, complete with a non-functioning link to my old blog. Lovely. In any case, you can read it smushed in the PicFic backlogs.

There is also a new, somewhat apologetic post up on the Safety Pin Review site, featuring Issue Five Action Photos and some words.

And J. Bradley (who contributed the second issue of the Safety Pin Review) took a sex/dating advice question I sent him and turned it into a piece of flash fiction for his brilliant weekly column at Specter Magazine “I Am Trying to Break Your Sex Laws.”

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Rape Culture and the Assignation of Blame, or: Throwing Everything Out the Window

Old people tend to like me more than young ones. Sometimes I think in part it's because of my hair. Because when they see me they think, "he might (a) vandalize my property, (b) engage in wanton violence to my person, (c) laugh in spite at my advanced age, or (d) mock one of my systematically ingrained habits," but instead I like ask about their grandchildren and whether they like the food at the old folks' home and if they ever used Aquanet like in the 70's to do their hair. Maybe that's why I've decided to become a nurse.

In linky news, Issue Five of the Safety Pin Review (which I edit and am currently wearing), starring Brian Hurley is now live over at the SPR site (which you should visit with regularity verging on obsessiveness).

Brandi Wells posted a picture of my cat on her blog, as well as some fictional words over at the Brandi Wells Review. You should buy her book, Please don't be upset, because it's phenomenal.

I have a new piece up (as of about two weeks ago) at Defenestration. It's billed as "fake non-fiction," but I swear that at least 98% of it is true.

Finished the first round of edits on the novella, a minor victory.

I gave up my Tumblr site for this. You can see my valedictory post.

(The first title of this post I stole from a girl in my dorm who was writing a paper about The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Credit her, Rachael.)