...would be one of many warnings to come attached to my life. So I guess you know what time of the month it is for me right now...
Still: Though I woke from the classic anxiety dream in which I had to teach a course I hadn't prepared for to a room full of maniac idiots, this hasn't been a bad morning overall. I sent off some more cover-flats, trying to drum up potential promotion for BoT, then wrote a 500-word story ("Copy Degradation") for Christopher Fowler and Maura McHugh's Campaign for Real Fear. Interesting exercise--I almost never write flash-fiction, though since some of my ideas (like this one) are pretty much just glorified campfire stories, the medium would really seem to fit them. At any rate, if you're interested, check it out (http://tiny.cc/LSU1H). You have 'til April to submit.
And now we break for food, chores, general shit-getting-together. Onwards.
Still: Though I woke from the classic anxiety dream in which I had to teach a course I hadn't prepared for to a room full of maniac idiots, this hasn't been a bad morning overall. I sent off some more cover-flats, trying to drum up potential promotion for BoT, then wrote a 500-word story ("Copy Degradation") for Christopher Fowler and Maura McHugh's Campaign for Real Fear. Interesting exercise--I almost never write flash-fiction, though since some of my ideas (like this one) are pretty much just glorified campfire stories, the medium would really seem to fit them. At any rate, if you're interested, check it out (http://tiny.cc/LSU1H). You have 'til April to submit.
And now we break for food, chores, general shit-getting-together. Onwards.