Two days left at work until my residency. Two stories published. Two updates. One review.
I will either have a lot to say next post, or I'll be in the zone, pounding away at the NEXT GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL. A tad dramatic? Well, I can't help it. I'm thrilled. I have a lot to work on, and I plan to post more soon. In the meantime, here's a quick update.
I have two new stories out! They both appear in Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal. One story is about a nudist (based on the big naked guy in my neighborhood, whom I've had the experience of seeing three times now, at least I think it was the same guy each time), another is about a girl who is looking to meet her father. Both stories are well under 1,000 words. They were fun to write.
Also notable this week is a strange a very appropriate book for me to read right now. The author is David S. Atkinson, and the book is titled The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes. I thought I'd share my review here because the book is just so interesting (this can also be read on Goodreads):
if space time folded us
into an event or place, why not a diner with a nice breakfast menu?
as anyone working a long-hour cubicle or factory job that requires
repetition and, therefore, the ability to find stories and humor and
purpose despite lack of diversity and minimal setting change, so this
novel finds depth despite somewhat limited dimension. As fun and
innovative as this book is, it is also fiction that examines what we
don’t have time to think about.
Here, we have the Village Inn,
which I imagine two parts Waffle House, one part White Castle. And our
characters are seemingly indefinitely at this diner, so there’s the
problem how to adapt and what to do? The narrator and her two friends
begin their theosophical journey with philosophy and the breakfast menu.
They define and analyze food and its worth in relation to other food.
Then, they make table sculptures. Then, they play games, grow bored,
wonder at the whys and hows. Their own stories are revealed in pieces,
which add dimension that the reader so craves. We are what we’ve done,
where we’ve been, what we think as much as where we are. We are also
imagination. Time no longer matters and stories spiral outward and in,
and the whole thing is damn interesting.
I really enjoyed the book. Check it out!