But in battalions! Or at least in duos.
I learned last night that my sonnet "Langham's Pond" (#225, from December 4, 2006 on The Sonnet Project) will be published in the next issue of the speculative fiction/poetry publication Aberrant Dreams. Not only that, but they're paying me a dollar a line for it! Paid poetry--nothing to sneeze at, you know.
If I read them right the poetry only appears in the webzine version of the mag (with an option for print, though it doesn't sound like they typically do that), so I'll post a link here when it's up, which should be at the end of January or early February. Of course I like having a paper-bound copy to hold in my grubby paws, but still--fourteen bucks! :)
Two poetry publications, and not even through the first month of the year. I hope it's an omen. Guess I'd better send some more stuff out!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Not as Single Spies...
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
If not for the influence of my lovely wife...
This is TOTALLY what my house would look like.
Oh holy crap, I can't believe all the wonderful stuff this guy has on his walls. WANT. WANT SO MUCH. Mr. Fink of Scar Stuff has the house of my geek-boy dreams.
And while I'm posting fun stuff to look at, check out these "book sculptures" by Thomas Allen--pulp fiction covers exactoed and posed and...well, I can't explain it, it's just wonderful. Check it out:
Pulp Fiction by Thomas Allen
Oh, and by the way, I'm a poet now. Wheee!
Monday, January 14, 2008
For those who might be interested
Cruise on over to my poetry blog The Sonnet Project to read about some awesome poetry-related news concerning yours truly and an upcoming publication...
Read More......Thursday, January 3, 2008
New Year, New Reviews
Wow, it's 2008 and people are STILL reading The Undead anthologies?
I kid. I'm glad they're creeping across the country like a zombie plague, and I'm even more glad that people are still saying nice things about my stories in them. Like this one, from SkullRing.org:
Scott Standridge’s “’Til the Lord Comes”- A touching tale about a mortuary assistant who is either blessed or cursed with having to talk the dead back onto the slab in time for their funerals. If this bittersweet tale of caring and loss doesn’t get to you, then you have no heart.
You hear that, YOU HEARTLESS BASTARDS? :)
It's become more and more clear to me over the past several months that what I really want, out of writing, out of love, out of sex, out of anything, is an external validation of my personal worth, which I don't get internally because of my extremely impaired self-image. Is that sad and pathetic, or is that pretty normal for artistic types? I'm working up an essay on this subject, though whether I post it or not remains to be seen.
Anyway, happy new year!
Please like me. Read More......
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Christmas Conspiracy Carol
(to the tune of "Let It Snow")
Oh the weather outside's ungodly,
And the pets are behaving oddly--
Now the sky is beginning to glow...
UFO! UFO! UFO!
All the weather balloons are popping
And my digital watch is stopping
Wonder if it's a friend or foe?
UFO! UFO! UFO!
[bridge]
If you happen to see strobe lights
Don't hang around to inspect 'em
Or an alien probe just might
Investigate your rectum!
There's a weird and unearthly humming;
Guess the aliens are coming!
Let's jump in the truck and go!
UFO! UFO! UFO!
Don't ask me where it comes from. I honestly don't know. :)
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Ho ho HO-LEE CRAP!
I see these every year, and they never fail to bring a sadistic smile to my face:
Scared of Santa Gallery
Containing many pictures of young children traumatized by their exposure to Jolly Ol' St. Nick.
This year Thea, our three-year-old, was similarly uncooperative when it came to getting a picture made with Santa. The photography told us that for some reason 3 seems to be the age where most kids freak out. At two they're trusting and easy-to-deal-with, at 4 they know enough about the Christmas deal to behave in Santa's lap, but at three...well, see for yourself.
To be fair, though, some of these guys are very scary.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Things in My Notebook I Don't Remember Writing, #1
"Early on the beautiful people go off to
beautifully screw, and what's left is the
monsters."
Your guess is as good as mine.
