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Me Interviewed at The Bacon Review

The folks at The Bacon Review, who previously published my story "On Bondage," were kind enough to interview me. Read it to see just how tedious I can be.

Me in The Bacon Review

So my story "On Bondage" is in the May issue of The Bacon Review. Story's about neckties and sadness and Cthulhu. The issue is a great one with poems by Andrei Codrescu. Also an interview with Osmond Arnesto and a prose poem by Parmalee Paula Cover.

Me Reading at the AWP 2012 Chicago Kick-Off Party

So a week from now I'll be reading at the AWP 2012 Chicago Kick-Off Party:


FREE with rsvp! Email rsvp@emptybottle.com with "AWP Party" in subject line & full name of attendee in body of email. One attendee per emaill.

I hope to see you there.


More fine print:

Pre-party at 7pm presented by Canarium Books featuring readings by Srikanth Reddy, Dan Beachy-Quick, Anthony Madrid, and Darcie Dennigan.
Hosted by:

Harold Ray, a ruinous West Virginian janitor who secretly longs to become a famous country singer but has no discernible talents other than an ability to drunkenly croon.

Music by:

James Greer (of Guided by Voices) and friends
Mutts
Nick Myers of Vee Dee and John Dugan of CSLB's new band

Readings by:

Michael Czyzniejewski
Sarah Rose Etter
Jesus Angel Garcia
James Greer
Lindsay Hunter
Jamie Iredell
Lara Konesky
Cris Mazza
Mary Miller
Lauryn Allison Lewis
Jeff Parker
Sam Pink
Craig Renfroe
Rebecca Roberts
Peter Schwartz
Amber Sparks
Sarah Sweeney
Ben Tanzer
xTx
Mike Young

AWP Over-the-Top Double Elimination Arm Wrestling Tournament:
http://www.facebook.com/events/262518370474596/
Presented by:

Artistically Declined
Curbside Splendor
Featherproof Books
Orange Alert
Other Voices Books
TZWCYL
Empty Bottle

Me in Plots with Guns

So my story "The Wellum" is in the Winter 2012 issue of Plots with Guns . It's the story of a deranged Nancy Drew or Harriet the Spy type who accidentally discovers something terrible. Also, I get to slip in a Charles Fort reference.

The issue includes lots of other great stories (with guns) by:

Eric J. Bandel
Taylor Brown
Terry Butler
Andy Henion
Erik Lundy
Dan Ray
Nick Ripatrazone (novel excerpt)
Tim L. Williams

May all your plots have guns.

Me in Cemetery Dance

So my short story "The Town Suicide" is in the current issue(#65) of Cemetery Dance: The Magazine of Horror and Suspense. It's about a townwhere everyone decides to commit suicide. And also love. It's mostly aboutlove. And people killing themselves.


I just got my contributor copies. I can't tell you how longI've wanted to have a story in a magazine with a cover like that. I think myteenage self would explode if he knew. Not to mention being in a magazine with aninterview with Ray Bradbury and where Peter Straub is writing about the horrorgenre and much of the issue is dedicated to Graham Masterton. Plus my friendDavid Bell (author most recently of Cemetery Girl) has a great story.

Here's the whole rundown:Fiction
"Anka" by Graham Masterton
"Saint BrÓnach's Shrift" by Graham Masterton
"An Excerpt from The Cypress House" by Michael Koryta
"Winter Takes All" by Michael Koryta
"Rainfall" by Maurice Broaddus
"After-words" by Glen Hirshberg
"Dear Diary" by J. A. Konrath
"Manskin, Womanskin" by Lisa Tuttle
"The Book of the Dead" by David Bell
"The Town Suicide" by S. Craig Renfroe, Jr.
Features
"An Interview with Graham Masterton" by J. A. Konrath
"The Stories that Graham Built" by Matt Williams
"Feature Review : Des cendant by Graham Masterton" by W. D. Gagliani
"A Few Words with Michael Koryta" by Brian James Freeman
"New Voices : Maurice Broaddus" by Steve Vernon
"What About Genre, What About Horror" by Peter Straub
"An Interview with Ray Bradbury" by Jonathan R. Eller
"An Interview with Ellen Datlow" by Danica Davidson
"An Interview with Whitley Strieber" by Thomas F. Monteleone
The Usual Suspects
"Words from the Editor" by Richard Chizmar
"Stephen King News : From the Dead Zone" by Bev Vincent
"The Mothers and Fathers Italian Association" by Thomas F. Monteleone
"MediaDrome" by Michael Marano
"Horror Drive-In" by Mark Sieber
"The Last 10 Books I've Read" by Ellen Datlow
"Spotlight on Publishing" by Robert Morrish
"Fine Points" by Ed Gorman
"Cemetery Dance Reviews"
"The Final Question" by Brian James Freeman

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Journaling

In leiu of a best of list, I thought I'd write a quick bit about a writing life change this year.

I hate journaling or keeping a sourcebook or writing in a diary. I had, in the past, tried. Here's an entry from the diary I got for Christmas one day after January:







There are no entries. Point is I have often felt writing in a journal is…how can I put this without seeming like a jerk…journaling is idiotic—it's a waste of time. Don't get me wrong, I've been a write everyday person, but on particular projects—not in some touchy feely journal where we discuss our feelings and our day's events and work out our issues about how we felt about the events of the day. So you can tell I'm perfectly well adjusted—in no need of therapy writing or otherwise.

Point is that at the beginning of every academic year the college I teach at hosts a speaker on more effective teaching. This year it was on creativity. Cathy Anderson (a.k.a. the mystery novelist Cathy Pickens) had done an amazing study of the scientific research. My feeble takeaway was: It takes 66 days to create a habit. She made her students journal for 66 days and found that this was one of the most powerful exercises she had tried.

So this semester for my intermediate fiction students I made them journal for the semester, well over the 66 days. I called it keeping a notebook because I still can't stand the term journal. And here at the end their stories seem stronger (mostly) and more developed (mostly)…well we'll call them longer anyway.

As for me. I, for once, took my own advice and did the journaling, too. It's well beyond the 66 days. And I'm into my second journal. I mean, notebook. I feel the itch. But I'm still a lazy person, a procrastinator at heart so I end up waiting to right before I go to sleep to write in the notebook. Currently I'm writing this right after brushing my teeth.

Over the Thanksgiving break, I picked up The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates 1973-1982. Of course, she's the queen of words, so hers ended up being 4000 single-spaced typewritten pages. I'm averaging 1 ½-2 pages (clumsy cave-man scrawl-like handwritten), so let's pretend it's 2 a day, so that's 730 pages a year x 9 years into the future if I keep it up = 6570 pages. See if we don't account for that single-spaced typewritten verses elementary-schooler handwriting then I look pretty prodigious. So basically what I'm saying is that I'm better than Joyce Carol Oates.
Let's also ignore the fact that unlike my notebook which is full of working out stories and a novel, hers is all in addition to all that insane amount of work she produced. Plus there are these highbrow/mystical thoughts. For example:
"Nietzsche's loneliness. Stocism; and then frenzy. (Doesn't stoicism lead to frenzy, in the end?) To aspire to Nietzsche's aloneness in the midst of love, marriage, family, and community. A feat not even Nietzsche himself could have accomplished."
As opposed to my somewhat less:

"Sleepy Steven had on an armorall patch."
Let me explicate: I was sleepy, but I write fiction so I cleverly put that feeling into a persona character, Steven. My first name is Stephen so I went with the alternate spelling to throw people off the trail. I'm not really sure what an "armorall patch" is. I'm pretty sure I was asleep by then.

Point is I'm keeping a journal. Notebook. Whatever. Now to figure out what I want to get hooked on in the next 66 days.

Me on McSweeney's Internet Tendency III

My piece "Netflix Would Like to Apologize for the Inadvertent Apocalypse" is up at McSweeney's Internet Tendency. Like last time, it's an apology. Only this time it's a sorry corporation.

I had been complaining last week relentlessly about Netflix's bastard child Qwikster. Then someone, who I don't remember because I wasn't really listening to them but instead trying to get them to listen to me, said that it wasn't the end of the world. Well, ha!

It’s the Weight of a Book

As a lazy bibliophile, I’m sucker for books about book collecting because it’s easier to read than do it. So I read John Baxter’s A Pound of Paper. I think I prefer Larry McMurtry’s Books, but Baxter’s book has a nice light conversational tone and a European/Australian angle that’s worth the reading…if you care about those rectangle things that used to be all the rage with readers.

I say that I’m a lazy lover of books and not just reading. In fact I don’t care much for reading. But books as artifacts never get old. But I’m just not dedicated. One of Baxter’s through-lines is his obsessive search for the works of Graham Greene. I haven’t completed collecting one author. I haven’t went after all the Pulitzer winners or gotten all the books titled starting with the article “The.” But I’ve stumbled onto an 1897 Civil Service Report here and an 1871 six volume set of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire there. But my gem is a first edition/first printing of Emily Dickinson’s Third Series (the first posthumous publication of some of her poetry). Anyway, the point is it’s haphazard.

Much like this group of my favorite tidbits:

“Most librarians don’t like books any more than butchers like lamb chops.” (I don’t agree with this one, but it’s funny to stereotype).

“I’d stumbled on the great rule of science fiction: ninety per cent of it is crap.”

“Still to come was the ritual of ‘shelving’—placing the book with the now-lengthening line of Greene titles, in chronological order, with a lightly penciled note on the flyleaf giving the price paid and the date purchased.”

“In 1937, Greene notoriously reviewed John Ford’s Wee Willie Winkie, making disparaging remarks about Shirley Temple, then just nine years old. Neither Greene nor Night and Day anticipated that Twentieth Century Fox might sue for libel on Temple’s behalf.”

“[Dick] Cavett—or at least his researchers—latched on to the fact that [Edward] Gorey drew the covers for Doubleday’s paperback reissues of Henry James.

‘What do you think of James today?’ Cavett asked.

An expressionless Gorey replied, ‘I loathed every word he wrote.’”

“What the trade calls delicately ‘anthropodermic bindings’ are rare but not unknown, though, for obvious reasons, nobody is in a hurry to admit they own them.”

And one of my favorite parts of the book is an appendix where Baxter asked book people, writers, agents, publishers, etc. to list the book they would save if their house were on fire. There are some great answers but perhaps the best is where Baxter talks about the limited edition of Fahrenheit 451 that was bound in asbestos.

I imagine that I would go for Dickinson in that case, but if time permitted, I would grab in my other hand the Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe with Illustrations by Harry Clarke, which Heather and I bought to celebrate our first wedding anniversary (the paper anniversary after all). See I’m a softy.

It's the Weight of a Book

As a lazy bibliophile, I'm sucker for books about book collecting because it's easier to read than do it. So I read John Baxter's A Pound of Paper. I think I prefer Larry McMurtry's Books, but Baxter's book has a nice light conversational tone and a European/Australian angle that's worth the reading…if you care about those rectangle things that used to be all the rage with readers.

I say that I'm a lazy lover of books and not just reading. In fact I don't care much for reading. But books as artifacts never get old. But I'm just not dedicated. One of Baxter's through-lines is his obsessive search for the works of Graham Greene. I haven't completed collecting one author. I haven't went after all the Pulitzer winners or gotten all the books titled starting with the article "The." But I've stumbled onto an 1897 Civil Service Report here and an 1871 six volume set of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire there. But my gem is a first edition/first printing of Emily Dickinson's Third Series (the first posthumous publication of some of her poetry). Anyway, the point is it's haphazard.

Much like this group of my favorite tidbits:

"Most librarians don't like books any more than butchers like lamb chops." (I don't agree with this one, but it's funny to stereotype).

"I'd stumbled on the great rule of science fiction: ninety per cent of it is crap."

"Still to come was the ritual of 'shelving'—placing the book with the now-lengthening line of Greene titles, in chronological order, with a lightly penciled note on the flyleaf giving the price paid and the date purchased."

"In 1937, Greene notoriously reviewed John Ford's Wee Willie Winkie, making disparaging remarks about Shirley Temple, then just nine years old. Neither Greene nor Night and Day anticipated that Twentieth Century Fox might sue for libel on Temple's behalf."

"[Dick] Cavett—or at least his researchers—latched on to the fact that [Edward] Gorey drew the covers for Doubleday's paperback reissues of Henry James.

'What do you think of James today?' Cavett asked.

An expressionless Gorey replied, 'I loathed every word he wrote.'"

"What the trade calls delicately 'anthropodermic bindings' are rare but not unknown, though, for obvious reasons, nobody is in a hurry to admit they own them."

And one of my favorite parts of the book is an appendix where Baxter asked book people, writers, agents, publishers, etc. to list the book they would save if their house were on fire. There are some great answers but perhaps the best is where Baxter talks about the limited edition of Fahrenheit 451 that was bound in asbestos.

I imagine that I would go for Dickinson in that case, but if time permitted, I would grab in my other hand the Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe with Illustrations by Harry Clarke, which Heather and I bought to celebrate our first wedding anniversary (the paper anniversary after all). See I'm a softy.

Went to Mycenae and Totally Proved I'm Better Than Henry Miller, Again!

What the title says. Here's where I did it the first time.