In trying to get the word out about my little magazine, I held all kinds of readings. There was the annual release party at Borderlands, which showcased the new contributions.
Putting issue #7 together was rough emotionally. My younger brother died suddenly in July 2002. A month later, I developed a goiter and survived the first needle biopsy of my throat.
Live events really shaped Morbid Curiosity magazine. After the release of each issue, I hosted a reading at Borderlands Books in San Francisco's Mission District.
Two years ago, a bunch of writers joined Rain Graves at a mansion on the shoulders of Mt. Tam to write and hunt ghosts. The first night was quiet, until we went to bed.
I had a great exchange with another writer who wants to begin a magazine full of first-person stories in the vein of Morbid Curiosity, which I edited for 10 years.