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What’s wrong with self-publishing, anyway?
Yesterday, in the middle of the Columbia River, on a windsurf rig being buffeted by gusts of more than 30 mph, I had the oddest thought: Why is it that I persist in…
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A car covered in stickers is a person wanting to be known
We were driving north from Portland toward Tacoma today, when we passed a small import. Maybe a Toyota Yaris. Not sure, because the car was blanketed in stickers. At 75 mph, and hands…
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When Is a Short Story Short Enough?
Trigger warning: This post has a lot of words about writing of few words. I had no desire to write mega maxi micro fiction. Lately, I find myself doing just that. Thank you,…
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“Hobo Heart” publication is a little bit like pregnancy and birth
Not that I would know a bit what it’s like to be pregnant, or give birth. The analogy may make a little more sense if you understand that submitting a story for an…
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New publications all over the map …
… but when it’s a digital map, it’s right in your lap. So fun to have a new short story (remember, this is fiction, not auto-biography, ahem) in Horror Sleaze Trash. Yes, that’s…
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In the land of mashed, fried and dipped, too many spuds is just an opportunity
New stories up on the webisphere. Check out “A Thing of Beauty” at the Barzakh magazine, a story that I’m quite proud of. Also, a new absurdity at the Potato Soup Journal (yes,…