Saturday, May 18, 2013


I like evening thunderstorms after a hot day. I like them even more now that I live on a thirteenth floor, because I can see the city skyline and the open grey view, split in half sometimes, by a lightning bolt. I like the feeling of power in the air, and I like to read in my bed and catch the light with the corner of my eye. I like the wind and the ever shifting view.

Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for disaster to strike. Like I'm cringing and always on the edge of despair, bracing myself for the inevitable blow. But sometimes days are like this, so good that I feel as if I am waiting for nothing more than time and that I shall never have to feel like this again. I shall never have to be careful of my thoughts. I shall never have to examine every new notion with trepidation over what terrible things it might bring up.

Sometimes someone makes me forget even that. We talk about everything and nothing and I forget even to be hopeful. Those days are better.

I've just made myself dinner. I've got work to do, but nothing pressing, nothing desperate, just pleasant fun work that might keep me occupied. I'm reading a good book.

Still, I miss your presence here and wish for the sound of your key in the door. The sound of your whistling outside. The chance to enjoy this quiet and work with you.

Friday, May 03, 2013


 Recently I've had a long-held dream come true. I've been reluctant to blog about it because of how I've been dealing with life, because it feels too much like showing off and because I've held off until I had something more concrete to offer. But I think that recently, the stars have aligned, the waters in R'lyeh have risen and all in all, a lot of details have come together that have made me want to not just blog about it, but stick that blog everywhere and make sure it gets read.

I've been published.

Not only have I been published but I've been published by someone I've looked up to and admired for a very long time.

I have a short story featured in Psychopomp: Fantastic Baby, an anthology focusing on fantasy published yearly by the indie publisher Gutter Glitter which is largely run by the wonderful and amazing Derrewyn. My short story is called Gifts and was illustrated by the aforementioned awesomeness that is Derre.

The origin of so much win is located in Buenos Aires, Argentina and the print runs are modest, or I would have had this entry up long ago, demanding that everyone buy a copy. Not just because of my own (very) small contribution, but because the end product is a gorgeous assembly of talent from both Derre and Lu Quintana.

So what really pushed me to make this news available here is that the next issue of the Psychopomp anthology is coming out this year as Psychopomp: Bunny Love, this time focusing on erotic stories. And, the amazing news, is that Derre and Lu have decided to attempt not only a larger print run but an English version too! The goal is yet uncertain because, of course, things like this take money, and Derre and Lu are working out of their own pocket.

So to reach their money goal they've opened a project at

I don't get a cent out of any of this. I might even donate myself. All I get out of this is the satisfaction that Derre's, Lu's and even  a tiny bit of my own work will reach a far greater audience than they might have done otherwise. So please, consider donating and if not, at least telling everyone you know! The more people find about this the better.