All lit news

Just a few things this week, some short story/publication news.

I have a brand NEW STORY HERE.

A (relatively) OLDER STORY, AFTER THE GAZEBO (ARDOR), received some keen attention this week, showing up in writing sites, such as this one (which is awesome): GREAT WRITERS STEAL and a brand new site, MINOTAUR'S SPOTLIGHT. As an aside, this story was written when my dog was diagnosed, and though the roles are flipped, it was motivated by my reaction to that reminder of mortality. It was a tough one to write, and I had no idea where it was going--it was one of those that just came, all out in an hour or so. (Of course it took months to refine, but that draft came out like a shot.) It's one of my less direct and more emotional pieces, and somehow it still worked, so I'm really happy that people seem to enjoy it.

Finally, I wanted to mentions some GREAT books out by folks I'm honored to know. DEAD LETTERS (poetry) by Joani Reese (which I haven't read yet, but ordered the other day and am excited to dig into) and THE MERRILL DIARIES (fiction) by Susan Tepper (just reviewed on LuLu and I loved it). Also, I got my hands on BOUND BY BLUE (fiction) by Meg Tuite early. The book will be out soon. So far, amazing. And the cover: beautiful. I keep it on my coffee table just so I can look at it all the time.

That's it for today. I'm regaining focus and momentum since being a little shaken and, well, just out of it over the last two weeks. That's the thing with emotions. They pass, or at least ease. Even the really good and unbearably bad ones. Things are looking up.

Have a beautiful week.

Driving through, in the midst of chaos

At the Eastfield Literary Festival with
Meg Tuite and JP Reese

I returned yesterday, late. To the right is a post-reading pic from the Eastfield College Literary Festival. It was an amazing time and, more, I had amazing company.

JP Reese (left) is a poet and prose writer; she read Wednesday night and again on Thursday with me and Meg. I had the pleasure of being there for both readings. This woman is dynamite. Read her. I learned a lot from watching her work the mic, introducing each poem with a charmingly-told, emotionally-rich story that offered the audience a private glimpse into her writing process and life, and this is such a gift.

Meg Tuite (right) came just before the reading, and though I didn't have much time with her, I was starstruck. Tuite is a flash master, and her reading was dynamic in that she had everything. Everything! Her stories covered topics and perspectives as wide ranging as the graphic nature of the dairy industry to a pondering of life and illness and strength to a humorous portrayal of a Wonder Woman admirer, delightfully awkward and endearing. Hilarious.

It was a pleasure reading with these ladies, and hanging out with them, however fleetingly. I'm always too busy. With class, work, writing, and home, I never seem to stay at the good stuff long enough. This is something I need to work on. Claiming my time. Because times like these last two days are invaluable. I'm realizing that more and more as I age: the good must be soaked in.

But as I made the long trek back from the reading, I passed the site of the explosions in West, Texas. As I drove home, I heard more news about the terrorism in Massachusetts. As I drove home, I became overwhelmed.

This week, the news has appeared an episode of Homeland. The sensationalism of the reportage has been over the top, as has the actual news and speculation. Unbelievable chaos and sadness. Who knows how to act? What to say?

The Watertown and Boston area make a strong community; I got that from the news, the people, and after unreal shoot-outs, after the Watertown community was on lock-down for a day, after his standoff on a boat with no one able to see what the remaining terrorist had on him, things are beginning to come back together. They've determined that the remaining suspect is in custody, so the town can begin to heal. But healing must be allowed to occur, and I'm not sure over-reportage is allowing that to happen.

Converse to the sensationalism of the Boston terrorism is another tragedy, the story buried here in the SW. What a horrible time for the good people of West, Texas near Waco. The explosions were were the result of a fertilizer plant malfunction that made the plant blow up, along with nearby homes and people. This accident killed and injured so many people in this small town, stealing from them their homes and possessions.

DFW Scanner on Facebook

On my way driving back from the reading yesterday, I looked for the site and didn't see it. I got stuck in traffic and distracted, began wishing an STD on the driver of the SUV that had just cut me off, then I started thinking about how amazing my life is, and how lucky I was. I slowed down, took back my mean and rather demented wish. He could have the lane.

As I drove, the radio switched from song to the host asking for residents from nearby towns (I was near Waco) to come out and donate anything they had. A caller asked if they needed clothes and the announcer replied (paraphrasing a little): Anything! They'll even need tampons, so throw some of those in, too, girl.

And though it was this one comment, so simple and a little off-center, it was this moment that really struck me. Imagine: to be suddenly be in need of such simple items.

It is now time to heal. But to heal, to support those healing, we have to empathize by asking the tough questions. Can you imagine having so little, so suddenly? Can you imagine being on lock-down in your own home, fearing your life? Can you imagine losing it all in an instant?

I can. I really can. All the more reason to soak in the truly good times.









*Donations for West are coming in from the Red Cross and local charities.
*Donations for the victims and those whose lives have been and are impacted by this terrorism can be given at http://special.patriots.com/offers/index.cfm?UUID=NEPCFDonations and many other places.

2012: Literary Foursomes

A resolution I forgot to add: Get with the times, and collaborate more. So far, so good.

My first publication of 2012 is all about the collaborative nature of modern literature. Thanks to Meg Tuite, who contributed, edited and masterminded this beautiful anthology.

Each story in here is written by four authors, and there are lots of stories. So, 4 * Lots + Duces = 37 individual authors. Good authors. So many good authors I won't list them all.  Let's just say, some wild word concoctions in here.