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Getting Lost in My Own Worlds

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This comic will make a lot more sense if I sell the story it’s drawn around. But don’t hold your collective breaths, people. The publishing business is slower than [fill in your own words], and that means waiting, waiting, and waiting. Either way, let me get lost. It’s kinda fun sometimes.

You said meet me at a quarter to twelve
And I’m standing in the corner
Wishing you were here in my arms
Fare thee well, my old friends
Fare thee well

– “Starlite Diner” by Ryan Adams

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December 8, 2008 at 9:27 pm

Waking Up To a Short Story Sale

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If you read my LiveJournal, then you already know this news. Or knew it. Whatever. If you don’t, well…go here to see how things went down.

But yeah, this is a nice way to wake up. It doesn’t happen often so you gotta revel in it while you can. Also, for those keen of eyes, you’ll notice that I sleep above my covers.


We can’t all be perfect.

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August 19, 2008 at 6:42 pm

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REVIEW: The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy

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Unthemed anthologies really are a beautiful thing. And The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy, edited by Ellen “the queen of anthology editors in America” Datlow, despite bearing a rather generic title, is a pristine example. The sixteen short stories within are accessible and enjoyable, covering a wide range of topics and beguiling ideas from well-known authors like Elizabeth Bear, Laird Barron, and Jeffrey Ford, as well as upcoming writers in the field, namely Lavie Tidhar and Anna Tambour.

Click below for my thoughts on all sixteen stories…

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June 12, 2008 at 9:32 pm

#360 – Unrecognizable Woman

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…and only about a few hours ago, as I was drawing this comic, did I realize who she was. She used to work in the mailroom at Richard Stockton College of NJ when I was a slave employee there. I used to say hello to her five days a week for like forever. I guess we never really learned each other’s names though. Our relationship was thus: I walked up to the counter, smiled, she gave me the day’s mail, I left. Anyways, if she somehow stumbles over here…hello! Give me my mail now!

In other news, I’ve put my writing blog Wistful Writings on official hiatus. I can’t really manage both of these sites, and the truth is I’m done with writing about writing. For the most part. I will share news when it happens, of course. That said, here’s what short stories I’m having published in 2008/2009 so far:

* “So Go the Seasons” – forthcoming in Black Gate (???).
* “Pigment” – forthcoming in Farrago’s Wainscot, Issue 8 (October 2008).
* “Imaginary Puissance” – forthcoming in Fictitious Force (???).
* “The Feet Eaters” – originally published in Aberrant Dreams (January 2007), this is being re-printed in Aberrant Dreams I, The Awakening — Anthology (August 2008), which should be in actual bookstores if I remember correctly.

So, there you go. My spout of self-promotion. Don’t worry…it doesn’t happen often. D, you already know the story of “So Go the Seasons” since I, in a Sangria-induced daze, told you it in its entirety.

Wow, it’s already Thursday. Huh, how ’bout that?

You’ll never take this stop to make amends that we can’t meet
You’re starting over to remember who you were
Wasting everything on what you’re living for
I know the reason and there’s just no reason

– “One Shot, Two Shots” by The Format

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May 29, 2008 at 12:00 am

#324 – Writing Irony

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You know, it’s odd how much I keep my writing life and my drawing life separate. One would assume they go hand-in-hand, like peanut butter and jelly, like mashed potatoes and gravy, like cheese and me.

Anyways, in 2005, I decided that, hey, maybe I’d like to give this writing thing a shot. I’d written for my college newspaper and independent magazine, studied journalism, and was forever constantly scribbling down story ideas in notebooks. I figured there was nothing to lose, and if I didn’t get anywhere from it then no biggie. Now, some three years later, I’ve sold over twenty-five short stories. Oh, I’ve written a lot more than that, but that’s another branch to break. Drawing and posting a comic is cool, if only for the instant feedback I can receive. Writing a story, submitting it for months, finally having an editor buy it, waiting waiting waiting, and then seeing my words in print…now that’s rewarding.

I never force anyone to read my work. Heck, I don’t even re-read anything I’ve gotten published. I know that no one is a bigger fan of me than me. No one cares more about my writing more than me. I’m not a huge bestseller on the NY Times list, with a thousand and one fans begging for more, more, more. I’m not the sort that resorts to self-publishing to get their work out into the world. I’m not at the point where I can quit my day job, move into a shack in the woods with a dog named Sam, and write for a living. But I am pleased. So there.

The situation’s always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood’s name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it’s not me

– “City” by Sara Bareilles

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April 9, 2008 at 8:50 am

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