Behold a freshly sheared J. Bradley
Feels good to not have all that hair. I must remind myself not to wait two months for another haircut.
I got my first acceptance for 2011 for something that I wrote in 2011 on Friday. While reading it on my iTouch thanks to some bandwidth borrowing, I tripped and fell on my elbows and knees. Thanks to the power of Dockers and Old Navy, my left elbow hurts only when I put pressure on it in certain places and my right knee is mildly bruised. My right Rockport shoe though has a chunk taken out in the front. Never, ever read while walking in dark places. I shouldn’t have to tell you this but we all do stupid things.
At an open-mic portion of a reading on Saturday at Neon Forest, I decided to use the same iTouch and read “Bury Me With It” in front of an audience for the first time. It was in an Orange Alert podcast a little bit back. I give it to you here for the first time, alone.
I’ve been faithful so far to the James Decatur project. In a way, it is allowing me to procrastinate from writing more pieces for my Quality Control/We Will Celebrate Our Failures linked short story collection. Writing from another person’s perspective is easy. Writing about destruction and not being repetitive about it is a challenge and draining but I know I need to push through and finish the fucker.
On my to-do list for the year of our lord, 2011, I want to do a residency, a short one, but a residency that would let me do some hardcore writing. I’m a pragmatic guy. I have a career outside of writing I enjoy maintaining. The only way I will give that up is either a residency that will also pay the bills or Tyler Perry decides to adapt one of my stories into a movie and I negotiate to receive a percentage of the profits. I’m sifting through my options.
I saw a local band for the first time in awhile and it reminded me why I’m really not into local music. This is the order of priority I support local stuff
- Local bars & restaurants
- Local literature
- Local booze
- Local art
- Local theatre
- Local music
The band I saw was musically competent but emotionally lacking. Very few local acts have made me lose my mind (like Bloom). I also stay home a lot because I’m all about writing. I’ve also reached that age where I want to sit to watch a show and have the music compel me to stand and rock the fuck out.
Picfic put up the second installment in my featured contribution stint. You should check it out here.