Monthly Archives: October 2011

Interviewed by Jarrett Rush

Jarrett Rush, author of Filthy Lucre, interviewed me over at his place.

We talked about short fiction, why I’m making the switch from writing literary fiction to pulp fiction, the outrageous amount of luck required to make it writing, and some writers everyone ought to know better.  Head on over for a look.  Thanks!

“Lek” is up at Specter

My story “Lek” is up at Specter.  A sort of semi-impressionistic piece that came to me a few years ago, strolling amongst the tweakers and hookers and pimps on Pattaya Beach.

Big things are coming from this mag, by the way.  I’m proud to be a part.

A sampler:

Then she jumps up like someone’s pulling her up and I squat down in the corner and hang tight to the Buddha I have on the gold chain around my neck and pray and pray and pray.  I know this isn’t my friend Lek, not anymore.  Blood is running down her face.  She looks at me.  She doesn’t say anything.  I pray and pray and try not to look at her.

Here is Lek.

 

"Lek" is up at Specter

My story “Lek” is up at Specter.  A sort of semi-impressionistic piece that came to me a few years ago, strolling amongst the tweakers and hookers and pimps on Pattaya Beach.

Big things are coming from this mag, by the way.  I’m proud to be a part.

A sampler:

Then she jumps up like someone’s pulling her up and I squat down in the corner and hang tight to the Buddha I have on the gold chain around my neck and pray and pray and pray.  I know this isn’t my friend Lek, not anymore.  Blood is running down her face.  She looks at me.  She doesn’t say anything.  I pray and pray and try not to look at her.

Here is Lek.

 

Rejections #249 – 257: formology

Form rejections every one:

Clarkesworld thanks me &c.

Quarterly West appreciates &c.

Fence took 318 days to appreciate &c.

Gettysburg’s Review mailed rejection failed to arrive, but the office manager confirmed it via email.

Lightspeed will pass.

Los Angeles Review enjoyed my writing but &c.

The Journal thanks me &c.

It took Iron Horse 334 days to discover my story didn’t meet their current needs.

 

Jailbait Justice is a cracking good read

Jailbait Justice, by Danny Hogan, is one cracking good read.  23,000 words of pure pulp fun and at $2.99 on the Kindle, a pure steal.  Imaginative without skimping on the blood or the story.

I will tell you this, hand on heart, I ain’t good for much at all.  I can cook a meal fair enough and, when a nice tune kicks up, I have been known to dance in a way that’d attract the fellas like bees around honey.  That was about it except, of course, for killing.  And, in these wretched times, where a girl’s only chance is her old .44, it ain’t a bad thing to be good at.

Titular character Jezebel Misery St. Etienne (easily wins this year’s prize for coolest character name) is a gun for hire in postapocalypse Texas.  True enough, there are a couple plot holes here and there, but not so’s you notice enough to ruin the fun.  One of those books that will keep you reading just for the sheer joy of it.  Go grab it.  Published by the UK’s Pulp Press.

Post up at Dead End Follies, in which I heap praise upon Scott Wolven

Scott Wolven’s Controlled Burn: Stories of Prison, Crime and Men changed my writing life.  I explain how and why over at Dead Follies in the My Dark Pages feature.

I review a Stephen Graham Jones story over at Spinetingler

The story comes from the great anthology Warmed & Bound, edited by Pela Via.

It’s a fantastic story, too, more than worth buying the whole collection for.  But don’t take my word for it here.  Take my word for it over there.

The Paris Review: so close, so close

I was looking forward to having my very own slice of dead tree upon which my Paris Review rejection would be printed.  I waited and waited but the thing never arrived.  So I emailed the editors; they had this to say:

our reply must have gotten lost in the mail, as we did send you a note back to thank you for your submission and to say that we were unable to accept it for publication but remain interested in your work and would like to see more of it.

Jesus Christ.  So close, so close.

If this story were a hand grenade, whole battalions of the enemy would be lying bleeding on the battlefield.  It has now been rejected 20 times, by every top-tier mag I can think of; meanwhile, it awaits imminent rejection at 5 more.

Negative progress.

Onwards.