Curve ahead: Friday Update
News:
The Pleasure in Pain: A Queer Horror Anthology is officially available in e-book and paperback on Amazon, with my story “Graphite,” loosely inspired by the Japanese fairy tale “The Boy Who Drew Cats.”
My short story “Eye Spy” is part of this month’s flash fiction finalist line-up for Crystal Lake Shallow Waters at their Patreon, themed Workplace Horror. I really do like writing for these and Apex’s flash fiction prompts. It’s good exercise in a lot of different horror directions.
Works in Progress:
I feel like I still make writing schedules like I still write at the same pace as in my twenties. I didn’t get to start on Tooth & Claw yet, but I edited and submitted a novelette, wrote eight substantial poems, and wrote a short story for a sub call. I’ll be starting my third attempt at Meridian Book 7 today after finishing this post.
I came up with an idea for a creative non-fiction article, which is new for me, unless you count the Introduction to the Bathroom Omens short story collection. I don’t know when I’m going to tackle it, but I put it on my list for this year.
I feel like I’ve been submitting a lot but not getting responses at the same pace. I’m bracing myself for a deluge of rejections to try not to take them personally.
Because I’m still doing long poems based on the Crow Calls prompts for this month, I’m going to do some throwback flash poetry for the Poems of the Week, this time from April 2022.
Books I’m Reading:
Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Half-Off Ragnarok by Seanan McGuire
Things I’m Listening To:
YouTube playlists
Singer-songwriter playlists
Things I’m Watching:
Spider-Man: Far From Home
Wonka
Nightmare on Elm Street (2010)
Bodies Bodies Bodies
Is It Cake? series (finished)
Home Town series
American Idol series
CSI: Vegas series
The Mentalist series
Angel series (watchalong)
Spring Baking Championship series
Poem of the Week: (throwback to April 2022)
all I want
is a quiet life
with books on my nightstand
and a cat purring in my lap
while clean rain drums
picture windows
before swaying trees
and a cup of hot chocolate
and instead you turn over
in obscene thread count sheets
and cheap socks
and choose violence
you do not know
what you awaken
