We Are Trying to Fix Ourselves

In the week and a half since I last wrote, my good place was thwarted (as per norm) and I turned twenty-one. As of right now, as of this moment, I am wondering how vigorously one would have to scrub one’s face to make all of his recognizable features disappear. But I am actually sitting in the campus coffee shop instead and writing this blog post. Huh. INTERESTING.

OC Press is trying to hype themselves and their authors, right now by giving away free PDF copies of Five Days to basically anyone who visits their website. All you have to do is click the pop-up and put in your email address, and then boom, erotic novella, yours. At the absolute best price. Huh. INTERESTING MARKETING. Take one, I guess? While you can.

It looks like I’ll have a small piece in the online spring edition of Bluestem Magazine, so, super-psyched about that.

I recently had a break from school during which I recorded the audio for two of my upcoming stories, and it was really cool to do. My personal vow is to go and do some kind of reading at AWP next year, or just do a reading somewhere period. I’m getting there.

On Monday I angst-ordered a bunch of books, including Tiny Hardcore's Shut Up/Look Pretty and The Fullness of Everything, Ayiti, and Steve Roggenbuck's Crunk Juice. Cheers.

Issue Twenty-Two of the Safety Pin Review.

Tiny Fucking Hearts

There’s a Valentine’s Day sale at OC Press all throughout this week. 50% off all of their books, including our novella. All you have to do is enter "7DaysValentines" at checkout to apply the discount. And look, here’s a link: BUY THIS HOT STUFF RIGHT HERE.

If you’ve been procrastinating, now is the chance to buy. $0.99. Less than the price of an iTunes song. One mediocre song, or an entire erotic novella, written by two people with very tall mohawks. I know which I’d choose.

I get little slivers of royalties, too, so if you like my writing, this is one way of showing it. Get it and then send it to someone you have a crush on. There’s so much sex they won’t know what to think. SO MUCH.

We have peculiar ways of putting ourselves out into the open.

J. Bradley—a two-time Safety Pin Review contributor and one of the coolest and most prolific presences on the interwebs—is doing this thing over at his blog where if you Paypal him some drinking money for AWP he’ll write you a poem and send you a bunch of his chapbooks. It was payday last Friday, so I did that. He wrote me the most wonderful poem. I’m going to paint it on my wall this weekend. Eventually, I’ll post it here.

And, Issue Twenty of the Safety Pin Review is up. You should read it, or, hell, send us a story.