So officially I’m hard at work on Self Care Like A Boss.
I forgot to pay my Duotrope dues. I low key am not pressed about it honestly. If I am to get my money’s worth I need to finish a pile of work so I am not going to pay/submit until then.
That said I already have one rejection. Nobody but me likes my tiny tiny flash stories. That one is a wee thing that has gotten itself five rejections so far? I’m not super worried about that either. At least every 8-10 months nobody publishes a word I write. Then there’s a flurry (often the same stories that I’ve been flinging into the universe) and then nothin.
So is the life of the short fiction writer type.
I have been sick as a dog and got some real bad news last week. I’ve been alternately depressed, pissed off and in general out of sorts.
And naturally writing it out.
So what else am I working on?
Lots of many fictions:
- Tiny flash story about prostitutes.
- More poetry about women.
- Short story about a dry addict at an important crossroads.
- Some horror about exorcism,
- Some lesbian blood/knife related kinky smut.
There are other bits and bobs as well.
Right now I’m trying to not totally burrito myself in sorry and awfulness.
The only way I know to get through bad shit is write and run through it.
So what am I reading right now?
A few things.
Self-Loathing & Other Forms of Cynicism: Volume One by Laramore Black. I have read a bit of Laramore’s writing and enjoy it a lot. This collection is dark and gritty but there are little moments of real prettiness that just delight me. I’ll review when I’m done.
Also- no wait how about some pictures? Some stuff from the .50 cent book cart, gifts, and my wee haul from the Thriftbooks sale.
Lucky for my back they are not ALL in my bag right now. I have a terrible habit of doing that. Carrying like 3-5 paperbacks of varying sorts, notebook, pens, tea, emergency tampons and other writer survival things.
I also just read this piece over at Shotgun Honey and it is lovely. Go read it.
If you use Spotify this is my writing playlist. I love spotify so hard. It’s almost as good as having my own personal collection to hand.
I think that’s all for right now. I have a banging ass headache, my nose is running and I’m supposed to be doing dayjob shit.
I’ll be back tomorrow for Yeah Write.
OH shit I almost forgot I also have a newish poem up at Ink Node. Another in the Queen series.
So that’s all for reals.