in the palm of another."
The above is from an amazing poem by a friend and colleague extraordinaire of mine. You can read it here, in the new issue of Diagram.
I hope to know M. in other times, too.
9.18.2008
9.09.2008
Promotion
A few announcements and whatnot:
Before J.C. and I took off for a week-long stay at my parents' lake cabin a few weeks ago, Randall Brown interviewed me for SmokeLong Quarterly's blog about serving as the Selecting Editor for Wigleaf's Top 50 [Very] Short Stories of 2007. You can read it here--and get all the links to the good stuff, as well.
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While J.C. and I were gone, the new issue of New South arrived in the mailbox. It contains my story "The First Night Game at Wrigley," as well as some much better work by Stephanie Reents, Derek Nikitas, Michael Martone, and many others.
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Barry Graham picked up the Dogzplot Flash Fiction Anthology 2008 at the printer the other day. My story "Preparation" is in there, as well as work by more talented and more attractive people like Aaron Burch and Elizabeth Ellen and Kim Chinquee and Scott Garson, etc. Go and order a copy. Barry needs a moped.
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And, finally: I received an update about this. Still no word of a winner, but I'm one of seven finalists, which means I now have a 1-in-7 shot at the cash. And regardless: My story "Infidelity, or The Rice Cooker" will appear in Opium7, along with two stories by one of my favorite writers, Etgar Keret. And many more, of course.
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This afternoon I was gathering up some of the magazines that my stories have appeared in (they were scattered all over the house, and I was trying to organize them) so I decided to fan them all out on the couch and take a photo.
I suppose the timing of this shot is pretty on. I'm just now putting the finishing touches on my collection of stories, All I Have in the World. It's been about six years in the making, and this will be the first time I try to sell/place the thing. I have to say, I'm pretty excited. Even if nothing comes of it, I want to spend this term focusing on the YA novel, and sending the collection out into the world will help get me ready for that, I think.
Before J.C. and I took off for a week-long stay at my parents' lake cabin a few weeks ago, Randall Brown interviewed me for SmokeLong Quarterly's blog about serving as the Selecting Editor for Wigleaf's Top 50 [Very] Short Stories of 2007. You can read it here--and get all the links to the good stuff, as well.
* * *
While J.C. and I were gone, the new issue of New South arrived in the mailbox. It contains my story "The First Night Game at Wrigley," as well as some much better work by Stephanie Reents, Derek Nikitas, Michael Martone, and many others.
* * *
Barry Graham picked up the Dogzplot Flash Fiction Anthology 2008 at the printer the other day. My story "Preparation" is in there, as well as work by more talented and more attractive people like Aaron Burch and Elizabeth Ellen and Kim Chinquee and Scott Garson, etc. Go and order a copy. Barry needs a moped.
* * *
And, finally: I received an update about this. Still no word of a winner, but I'm one of seven finalists, which means I now have a 1-in-7 shot at the cash. And regardless: My story "Infidelity, or The Rice Cooker" will appear in Opium7, along with two stories by one of my favorite writers, Etgar Keret. And many more, of course.
* * *
This afternoon I was gathering up some of the magazines that my stories have appeared in (they were scattered all over the house, and I was trying to organize them) so I decided to fan them all out on the couch and take a photo.
I suppose the timing of this shot is pretty on. I'm just now putting the finishing touches on my collection of stories, All I Have in the World. It's been about six years in the making, and this will be the first time I try to sell/place the thing. I have to say, I'm pretty excited. Even if nothing comes of it, I want to spend this term focusing on the YA novel, and sending the collection out into the world will help get me ready for that, I think.
Books
J.C. used to work at a bookstore, and it used to really annoy her when customers would talk about how much they just love books. "You should see my house," they would say. "There are books just everywhere."
J.C. would think something like, Well, I suppose it makes sense that you would be shopping here, then.
Along those lines: We have way too many books in this house. I imagine that someone like Dan Wickett has it worse than I do, but it's still pretty bad. As I've been cleaning, I've been shuffling some books around, and I found several that I'd purchased in the last couple years and completely forgotten about. So, it was kind of nice finding them, but I have no idea when I'm going to get to them all.
Two photos of a couple of problem areas:
The Buffet:
The night stand (displayed on the bed):
I've aready read quite a few of these; the problem now is figuring out where they will be relocated.
J.C. and I were having monk fantasies the other day, imagining our life without so many possessions in general. And after cleaning for the past couple hours, those fantasies have intensified. I keep imagining myself in a room with white walls, surrounded by nothing. In my head, I'm dressed in a burlap robe.
J.C. would think something like, Well, I suppose it makes sense that you would be shopping here, then.
Along those lines: We have way too many books in this house. I imagine that someone like Dan Wickett has it worse than I do, but it's still pretty bad. As I've been cleaning, I've been shuffling some books around, and I found several that I'd purchased in the last couple years and completely forgotten about. So, it was kind of nice finding them, but I have no idea when I'm going to get to them all.
Two photos of a couple of problem areas:
The Buffet:
The night stand (displayed on the bed):
I've aready read quite a few of these; the problem now is figuring out where they will be relocated.
J.C. and I were having monk fantasies the other day, imagining our life without so many possessions in general. And after cleaning for the past couple hours, those fantasies have intensified. I keep imagining myself in a room with white walls, surrounded by nothing. In my head, I'm dressed in a burlap robe.
Tunneling
School starts on Thursday, and I'm cleaning the house today. I like to start each term with clean bathrooms and shiny floors.
And since I haven't been around this blog much lately, I'm going to post something new each time I take a break from cleaning to come down to the basement and sit in my office and smoke a cigarette.
I know: Smoking is filthy. I'll quit eventually, I imagine.
Up first...
Kevin Wilson has a story up at Juked. I'm not quite sure what the title of the story means, but I loved the story anyway. You should really go and read it.
And in other Kevin Wilson news...His collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, will be available at the end of March 2009. I've been reading Kevin's stories, it seems, forever, and I can't wait to pick this one up.
And since I haven't been around this blog much lately, I'm going to post something new each time I take a break from cleaning to come down to the basement and sit in my office and smoke a cigarette.
I know: Smoking is filthy. I'll quit eventually, I imagine.
Up first...
Kevin Wilson has a story up at Juked. I'm not quite sure what the title of the story means, but I loved the story anyway. You should really go and read it.
And in other Kevin Wilson news...His collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, will be available at the end of March 2009. I've been reading Kevin's stories, it seems, forever, and I can't wait to pick this one up.
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