So a few new but uninteresting-to-anyone-but-me things happened this week. I got rejected by The Dark. Not THE DARK, as in the breathing black space that haunts closets everywhere, but the horror magazine. Rejection Game Strong thus far. Still waiting for DarkFuse, Pseudopod and Apex to tell me to fuck off. I have two weeks' …
Continue reading I Didn’t Want You Anyway. Also, Bullet Journals (Mullet Journals?).
A dubiously smart person once said, "Write drunk; edit sober" (that person was not Ernest Hemingway, despite what you've heard). In that vein, I am now at The Yachtsman with Ashley so I can work on my novel. No, I am not drunk (yet), because it's Sunday, but we were running out of places to …
So Ashley and I went and saw The Void this evening at PhilaMOCA, and it was pretty dope. I made a rambling video discussing my feelings, in which I looked at the camera as seldom as possible, and wouldn't stop turning my chair and engaging in all the tics that make me so annoying. But …
Continue reading I Saw the Void! (The Movie, not the Actual Void)
So I polished some things up and sent them out. I look forward to either 1) boilerplate rejections, 2) personalized rejections, or 3) acceptances. #1 would surprise me the least; #2 would probably make me feel the worst; and #3 is unlikely. All the same. I kind of wish personalized rejections were less professional. They …
Continue reading Rejectathon, Commence. Also, Submission Grinder.
Circle of Rage 