I’m a Write Bloody finalist. No, really, I’m a Write Bloody finalist. I was eating at this kick-ass vegetarian restaurant with creepy television propaganda when I saw on Facebook people congratulating people on making the list, I went on expecting not to be on it as I haven’t made the cut the last two years. You would have laughed at my school girl like squeals and if I landed on my ass and I would have been good with that. Now, I just have to hope they like my full MS.
To really do this writing thing, you have to be persistent. You can’t be afraid of rejection. You have to be able to constantly evaluate and re-evaluate yourself. You have to keep doubt away. It eventually pays off in the end. Promise.
Read at an art show last night with some of my favorite writers, and a couple of new ones. I heard a sad rumor and then confirmation that The Cameo Theatre was closing after last night’s show. They let me produce two really great shows there, and sadly one clusterfuck. It was a great space and I will miss it dearly.
I have two poems in the latest issue of NAP, which you can check out here, and then you should read this entire issue (for real). I also found out that my novella for HOUSEFIRE, Bodies Made of Smoke, will be published M-F the week of June 20. (you can read the first novella of the series here). Between that and A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished by Mistakes, that is a really big week for me.