See what happens? You work on a novel for a year or two or five, and you stop making blogposts. Or do you stop making blogposts because who makes blogposts anymore. Making blogposts isn’t even a thing. Sometimes a thing itself is barely a thing, but that’s why I like them both. Sometimes wrong is beautiful. Wrong are beautiful?
The first new story was published on this website called LitroNY. Let’s unpack that.
New, meaning I started it in 2013 in Cathy Colman’s awesome Pacific Palisades workshop. Picked it up again a couple years later for a Ben Loory workshop at Writing Pad in downtown L.A. Hacked it apart in June 2018 during an online workshop with Hannah Tinti through One Story. Came up with this version by the Fall and started sending it out. I say this not merely to namedrop but to illustrate the relative meaning of new.
A story of, in the biblical sense, intercourse. Discourse, perforce.
Published online. I won’t draw out this meager rhetorical device any longer. You’re welcome.
Another new story was just published on this gorgeous website called OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters.
As with my last published story (adam + eve on a raft, in case you missed it), Velociraptor is old/new, with a gestational period bordering on the obscene. It’s comic/tragic. Sci-fi/documentary. Biblical/cartoonish.
I hope you them both. Here’s a photo I like.