Two new stories out (or out soon): "The Whole Thing Up Till Now" is in the newest (and very cool) issue of the Fairy Tale Review. I know a few of the contributors in this one, which is also very cool. And "21 Figs for Summer" is in the newest issue of West Branch. Many thanks to both journals for publishing these stories, and thanks to all my friends and family that offered excellent revision advice. Both are in print only, so start saving your nickels now.
I've also got a new story coming up soon in the Nashville Review, called "Everything Hits at Once." I'm really proud of this one, and I hope you like (or maybe love?) it.
Please run to your nearest internet and plunk down 99 cents for my latest short story, now and forever available as an ebook from StoryFront!
Here's the jacket copy to whet your appetite:
"Young telemarketer June isn’t exactly surprised to find herself pregnant, but she decides that now would not be the best time to share the news. Her unambitious and immature boyfriend, Teddy, is none the wiser, working late at a hotel and making yet another floundering attempt at finishing college. As the weeks pass and her secret grows within her, June begins to hear strange noises from the abandoned apartment above, and, with Teddy working the nightshift, she’s left all alone to let her thoughts run wild. When Teddy does come home and June mentions the noise, he doesn’t seem to take her seriously. As her overall frustrations grow, their relationship begins to unravel, and June must decide if she’s finally ready to confront what’s truly haunting her. Moving and unnerving, The Dog Upstairs is the story of one woman’s resignation in the face of coinciding hope and disappointment."
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Here's my biggest update yet: On Monday, September 29th, my daughter was born. Matilda showed up in the wee hours of the morning and life hasn't been the same since. Nor has my sleep schedule. She's a week old today and remains unimpressed with her father's writing.
A tired mind reaches for cliches, but this week has been a wild ride, a roller coaster, with thrills and spills, etc. etc. It's been the hardest and the best week I think I've ever had, full of discoveries, horrible and beautiful. On a related note: one thing they tell you at the hospital is "Everything is new to her! She's discovering new feelings, new sensations, sounds, smells, everything all the time." What they forget to mention is that babies hate new sensations with a screaming and fecal-oriented passion. She's pretty dang cute though.
In more quotidian, but very gratifying news, I have a handful of short stories coming up: "The Dog Upstairs" in Day One, an ebook-centered literary magazine by everyone's favorite global behemoth Amazon; "Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." in Booth; and "21 Figs for Summer," which will be published in West Branch. If you see me, you can buy me a beer. I'll be the guy who's giving up sleeping.