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Update city: Grift & Murder Your Darlings

News breaking out all over:

Had a flash piece go up over at Grift. “The Smooth Shoulder” will take you approximately 2 minutes to read, so, won’t you? Here. A bit of it:

 Across the street, Merilyn nearly dropped the baby scrabbling in her pockets for her phone.  She had to yell to be heard on 911, the baby howling to halt a freight train.

“The fuck you doing, man?” said Angus.

Angus’s heart rate was two-twenty, his irises vanished, skin waxy and bubbling with boils.  He hadn’t slept in four days, on the smooth shoulder of a long meth ride ever since Ginger had left with the kids.

Thanks to John Kenyon for taking this piece, and providing some very nice edits.

The very cool Cort Bledsoe was kind enough to do an interview with me over at his place, Murder Your Darlings. We talked about a few things, such as writing and parenthood:

 Me: How has being a father influenced your writing?

Court: As I type this, I figure I’ve got about more 10 minutes to work before my oldest gets up and needs fed and watered. Kids hem you in, no question.

And yet it is wonderful to be interrupted by a slobbering 10-month old.

I’m one of those who willingly retreats for whole days into the sanctuary of your head. My kids won’t allow me to stay there that long, though. I am thankful for it.

Go have a look, please.

Other good news coming shortly.


A very bad thing happens to Stumpy

Go find out what: my story Stumpy Got Away The First Day is up at Staccato Microfiction.

Thanks to Chris for taking the piece, rejected 17 times by at least 17 editors who didn’t see what he did.

A preview:

After the second football practice of fall me and Pete snuck up behind Stumpy with the Gatorade cooler. It was one of the big ones you use for a Gatorade bath after winning the big game. The Gatorade cooler was empty. It had been sitting out in the sun all summer. The tracksters must not have cleaned it out too good the spring before because it reeked like something died in there. We thought that would make it the funnier.