This is the theory… that anything that is art… is presumably about some certain thing, but is really always about something else, and it’s no good having one without the other, because if you just have the something it is boring and if you just have the something else it’s irritating.
Posted 5325 days ago.
There will be a brief delay before the final two parts of No. 15, “Frail,” are posted. —Further updates as they are made available.
Posted 5336 days ago.
Cheap Ass Fiction is in the middle of an ambitious Web Fiction Festival, posting excerpts, links, and interviews; in addition to such luminaries as Thaumaturgist, Joey Comeau, Greg X Graves, and M.E. Traylor, they went and got me to answer a few questions. So there’s that. —Meanwhile, I’m plummeting toward the earth at truly obscene rates of speed and I’m almost done finishing the knitting needles; as soon as I find myself some yarn, I’ll start knitting that parachute—
Posted 5346 days ago.
So: a bump in the road:
No. 15, “Frail,” will not begin its online run as previously boasted on August 22nd. It is instead being delayed a week, to premiere Monday, August 29th, and even then I gotta tell you I’m nervous, jittery, out of sorts. —Why? Oh, I could tell you why: life, mostly. And it took a while to figure out what this one was about. (I knew what had to happen, but that wasn’t of much use at all.) (Oh and yes what it’s ostensibly about is obvious enough, which makes the delay the more ironical, but that doesn’t help me figure out where to point this scene, or that exchange.)
You might have noticed the utter lack of Twitter numbers, if ever you noticed their presence. That’s usually a sign. (5,310 as of: now.) (Yes, the target is 15,000.) (And look! There’s the jitter, the nerves, and yonder the sorts from which I’ve been cast out.) —The snappish temper, the crabby growling, the clatter of keys followed by swallowed curses: these are all signs, too. (And oh, yes: the irony. In all its Morissettey glory.)
While waiting, you might consider letting others know about “Wake up…”, if you hadn’t already? (The requisite round-up: Amazon, CreateSpace, B&N, Smashwords, Lulu, LibraryThing, Goodreads, Shelfari.)
And just hope with me most fervently that “Plenty” will restore to us all the years that the locust hath eaten—
Posted 5357 days ago.
This is just to let you know I’ll be tabling once more at the Portland Zine Symposium (11th Annual): next weekend, Saturday 6th August – Sunday 7th, at Refuge in close-in Southeast: 116 SE Yamhill, between the bridges.
I’ll have chapbooks for nos. 1 – 14, snapshots and (some) buttons, maybe even a peek at no. 15, and of course a few physical copies of The Book Itself. —And roses; many roses. Do come say hi.
Posted 5373 days ago.
Everyone searching for “city of roses” today: I think this is what you’re looking for. #oslove #norway
Posted 5378 days ago.
Outside it’s a gloomy July, chilly and rain-soaked, and the “Mirror, Mirror” cast is getting ready to mud-wrestle; inside, it’s carrion-shellacked November, and the Solstice bearing down. —And so the above. A number of things have happened, and continue to be happening; let’s run it down:
Imprimis, the Marathon: So I’ve been participating I suppose is the word in the Clarion West Write-a-thon, which raises money for the Clarion West Writers Workshop; said participation has the last little while mostly consisted of feeling guilty while I move some outline cards around and tell myself there’s still time, still oodles and oodles of time. (There isn’t.) —There’s still a couple of weeks left to support the effort generally, or myself specifically; all proceeds to the workshop, of course.
Item. the Pie: I have just eaten the last slice of the marionberry-cherry pie the Spouse made a few days ago. With a dollop of vanilla gelato.
Item. the Ebook: Now available in native Kindle form direct from Amazon, which is the sort of milestone that can’t help but bring a smile to the face of the neophyte self-publisher, even though of course it’s much better in the long run for all of us if you buy from me direct; to that end I should point out that EPUB, MOBI, and PDF versions are now all available for one low price (all proceeds of which to me, of course).
Item. the Music: It has come to my attention that I have no ELO whatsoever in any of the various music libraries to which I have unfettered access; something shall be done to rectify this state of affairs shortly. —Also, I need my own copy of the Gælic.
Item. the Symposium: Once more I will be tabling at the Portland Zine Symposium; I’ll be the fellow behind all the roses. August 6th and 7th, Saturday and Sunday, at Refuge in inner SE. I’ll have chapbooks for nos. 1 – 14, buttons and photos and maybe some stickers, a taste of no. 15 (still slated to begin on Aug. 22, mind), and well a few copies of the next:
Item. the Paperback: So when I’d done all the necessary work to gather the first 11 chapbooks into a compact ebook form, I stepped back, looked at it, and said to myself, you know, just a wee bit more and…
So, available from (Amazon’s own) CreateSpace, a physical paperback book of volume one, “Wake up…” —Order direct from them, or see me at the PZS. (But see me early! I won’t have that many on me.)
Posted 5387 days ago.
Three up; three down. We’re in the slot, five by five. I’m calling it: no. 14, “Mayhem,” begins its online run on schedule just under one week from today. Pre-orders for paper copies to be announced shortly.
While you’re cooling your heels: Vol. 1, “Wake up…” is slowly wending its way through various and sundry tortuous distribution channels and washing up on shores the likes of iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Lulu, LibraryThing, and GoodReads. If you’ve secured a copy, or read the chapters in question, and find you have an opinion on their worth, might you consider taking a moment to record that opinion at one or another of these fine venues? —Thanks everso.
(Next: “Frail.”)
Posted 5421 days ago.
A link should perhaps have gone up earlier, when it first appeared, but we were in the thick of things then, weren’t we? (As if we aren’t also now as well.) —And now? It’s not too late, it’s not as if it’s gone, it’s still there, but it’s all gone quiet. —Anyway, there’s this: and yes, there’s context, but isn’t life more fun sometimes without?
Posted 5454 days ago.
“Changel” resumes tomorrow, but in the meanwhile, as I’ve been mentioning everywhere else, one of the Books Without Which heard the singing of the golden harp, and stirred, and woke the fuck up.
Posted 5471 days ago.
