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CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #9: Voracious Carnivores and Badabings: On Short Story Magazines
September 7, 2008 – 9:03 pm
I’m still not sure who the people who subscribe to the magazines are. People with more money than me, that’s for sure.
EDITORIAL DISPOSITIONS #9: You’re Boring Me
September 7, 2008 – 9:02 pm
The big sale, it has been made. You drink heavily from a box of cheap wine in celebration. In the heat of the night, you strip down to your skivvies and run up and down the streets of your town exulting in writing superiority.
You will soon be a published writer.
COOL PERSON OF THE MONTH: Dot Porter
September 7, 2008 – 9:01 pm
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POPPED CULTURE: Hot Topic Is SO Punk Rock
September 7, 2008 – 9:01 pm
Goths. Got to love them. Or hate them. Whatever.
SHORT FICTION: The American Dead
August 31, 2008 – 9:08 pm
They are why he never sleeps in the Cementerio. That some of the dogs walk on two legs only makes them worse.
ATOMIC RUBBLE #8: Probe This
August 31, 2008 – 9:04 pm
In a world where our intellectual domination is unquestioned as a species, we don’t like the idea of someone more advanced coming down and prodding at us like a vaguely interesting crop of mushrooms.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #8: Collectors and Collecting
August 31, 2008 – 9:04 pm
One of the guys I worked with was an ex-bouncer. He was the sort of guy who bought a six-pack of beer just for the train journey home every night. He was big, and rather sweet, and one day he confided, shyly, that he collected Doctor Who.
EDITORIAL DISPOSITIONS #8: Because We Care
August 31, 2008 – 9:01 pm
A quick rundown of useful writer-beware websites.
SHORT FICTION: Scenting the Dark
August 24, 2008 – 9:08 pm
He tied the sleeves around her chest and slid both hands under her. He fixed the location of the ship in his mind. All he had to do was retrace his steps.
Eleven paces, then turn slightly and take nine more. He could do this.
Penn pushed to his feet. Clutching Madison to his chest, he turned to his right. That was far enough. Wasn’t it?
JENNIFER PELLAND: Love’em and Leave’em - Confessions of a Serial Short Story Writer
August 24, 2008 – 9:06 pm
I find an idea, woo it, play with it until it bores me, and then move on to the next idea that entices me with a flash of comely ankle.
ATOMIC RUBBLE #7: Play Time
August 24, 2008 – 9:05 pm
A treatise on the “lack” of imagination in today’s youth.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #7: The Colour of Pratchett: First Editions, Ze Germans, Intelligent Rocks and Stretching Credibility to the Limit
August 24, 2008 – 9:05 pm
Collecting Pratchett!
EDITORIAL DISPOSITIONS #7: Chatting with Mary Doria Russell
August 24, 2008 – 9:03 pm
An interview with Dreamers of the Day author Mary Doria Russell.
SHORT FICTION: Through Thy Bounty
August 17, 2008 – 9:08 pm
The boy is maybe eight or nine, redheaded, skinny and bruised. His ankles are purple and rope-burned. The gash in his neck is as pale as raw bacon; they’ve drained the blood from his body. Sometimes, depending on the menu du jour, they leave the chilled blood for me in a stainless steel thermos jug beside the corpse’s head. But not today.
PERMUTED PRESS PRESENTS: The Finger
August 17, 2008 – 9:07 pm
Through some ironic twist of fate, the phone call from the morgue came while Jim Cooley sat watching Frankenstein on one of the cable channels.
ATOMIC RUBBLE #6: Filters
August 17, 2008 – 9:05 pm
So when a friend who worked in the environmental cleanup business told me about a particularly bone chilling job, I decided to investigate and write about it. I would explore the horror of reality, confident that I could handle the transition and blend these two passions into a unique and powerful article. It was a terrible mistake.