Not too much. I sold a couple of stories—one a flash piece to a pornography anthology, one an overdue bit of Lovecraftian horror. I finished my column for the resurrected magazine Flytrap as well. It was interesting to go back and look at what I wrote for the first volume of the magazine, and I've decided to turn over a new leaf. No more columns about publishing, no more advice. There's nothing interesting to say anymore—it's all just service journalism about formatting manuscripts and pricing schemes for one's Kindle books. The new "Life Among the Obliterati" will be about reading and writing, not publication.
Baby's okay, though he needed another session under the laser for his gums. Only ninety bucks that time. He's a cute kid, and mellow, but mostly I just dread having to listen to prattle about video games in six or seven years. I liked comic books when I was a little kid, but I never bothered my parents by explaining the plots to them over and over. He'll probably want me to play videogames with him. Is this the sort of thing one must do and pretend to enjoy?
Still sick too, but much less so. I can almost manage going to the gym. Doctor tomorrow, and as these things go I should be perfectly fine.
The world continues to be horrifying. One old saw radicals often hear is that when they settle down and have kids, they will want stability and will naturally grow more conservative. This is yet another of those old saws that bounced right off me. I just want the kid to be big enough to push in a normal stroller so we can hit the streets. If anything, radicalism will be the source of any future stability he (or anyone) might enjoy. It's more a case of where to begin than anything else.
Have you checked out the latest issue of The Big Click? You should! Also in the crime world is the anthology Schemers (Robin Laws, ed.). I've not received my contributor copy yet, but it's on sale at bn.com and amazon. It includes my story of performance art crime, "If Graffiti Changed Anything, It Would Be Illegal."
Baby's okay, though he needed another session under the laser for his gums. Only ninety bucks that time. He's a cute kid, and mellow, but mostly I just dread having to listen to prattle about video games in six or seven years. I liked comic books when I was a little kid, but I never bothered my parents by explaining the plots to them over and over. He'll probably want me to play videogames with him. Is this the sort of thing one must do and pretend to enjoy?
Still sick too, but much less so. I can almost manage going to the gym. Doctor tomorrow, and as these things go I should be perfectly fine.
The world continues to be horrifying. One old saw radicals often hear is that when they settle down and have kids, they will want stability and will naturally grow more conservative. This is yet another of those old saws that bounced right off me. I just want the kid to be big enough to push in a normal stroller so we can hit the streets. If anything, radicalism will be the source of any future stability he (or anyone) might enjoy. It's more a case of where to begin than anything else.
Have you checked out the latest issue of The Big Click? You should! Also in the crime world is the anthology Schemers (Robin Laws, ed.). I've not received my contributor copy yet, but it's on sale at bn.com and amazon. It includes my story of performance art crime, "If Graffiti Changed Anything, It Would Be Illegal."