I’ve been feeling drag ass about life lately, infected with a consistent, low grade misery that hasn’t made a whole lot enjoyable. The last live concert I saw was at a wedding (and they was a very good cover band). I haven’t been genuinely inspired by art/lit since my reading with Vouched Atlanta in April. I need something to shake the doldrums out of me but I’m not sure what will do it.
It’s moments like this where writing keeps me sane. I just wrapped up the first draft of a Jesus Christ, Boy Detective novella/nephew, wrote another Jesus Christ, Boy Detective adventure of an alt lit cityscapes anthology, and some Porn For The Blind poems, along with my regular responsibilities with Monkeybicycle, NAP, and my outgoing duties with PANK. I’m shopping around another poetry MS to some publishers here and there. However, the constant writing and working can’t be good, I know. Any suggestions y’all have on a recharge would be awesome.
I have a new chapbook out through Deadly Chaps, a new Jesus Christ, Boy Detective adventure called We’re Not In Kansas Anymore. It was a lot of fun to write and hopefully it’s a lot of fun for you to read. You can read it for free here and order a copy if you enjoyed what you read.
My first installment of I Am Trying To Break Your Sex Laws 2.0 is now up monthly at Heavy Feather Review, which you should read here.