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Success!

So this is a strange and amazing thing.

I'm going to be published.

After years of working and sending out my work to magazines, I'm going to be published. I learned about this on the first and have been trying to sort of, come to terms with this fact since. But it's real. It's happening. I'm going to be published. It really feels unreal. Like some kind of great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I mean, really, this is the first time a lot of people are going to seeing my work---hopefully enjoying it, of course---and the first time I'm going to be paid for my work. It feels insane. Like I've just taken crazy pills. Like the world is upside down and suddenly all this shit is starting to go right for me. And, while I know that that's a leap simply because I'm getting a story published, I don't know, I just feel like this is really important. Like I need to remember that and keep it close.

I've done it.

I finally did it.

I feel crazy ju…

Space Races and Phalic Wars: some thoughts on the past and future of humanity

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Our Forgotten Nobility; or why humans do anything.

Humanity achieved its greatest feat---reaching out beyond the confines of our tiny planet and into the void between---because of a pissing contest. The first artificial satellite to breach our atmosphere was Russia's Sputnik. This humble little ball with a few antenna on it like whiskers ushered in a new age of human thought, reasoning and indeed evolution. But the circumstances around this monumental event in the history of the human race were for the most part rather common for our species.

Imagine; there are two mad men with all the wealth and power of the world at their fingertips. One is from the east and one from the west. They stare each other down, scowling and mean as men called  spies kill each other in the background. There is going to be a war. The world is sure of that. They just don't know when. They stare and gesticulate and act high and mighty, calling each other horrible names like children. Then one of them …

Harlan Ellison: Something Thereabouts

Let me start off by saying this isn't a eulogy. This isn't a weeping monologue about how great a man Ellison was or any of those shitty kinds of postmortem, self-aggrandizing spiel that authors, editors, writers, and readers tend to do when a master dies; no sir, this is not one of those kinds of posts. I don't have to talk on and on about the greatness, the achievement, and the high art this man created in his 84 years; the work itself says all that needs to be said. One look at Glowworm, or "Repent, Harlequin," Said the Tictockman, or A Boy and His Dog, or I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream or his editing in Dangerous Visions and Again Dangerous Visions, or his teleplays for Star Trek, the Outer Limits, the Twilight Zone---any of these will show you, without a doubt, the genius and the art of this man. And that's how we should all remember him. As an artist forever at the forefront of his craft, never taking bullshit, denying all idiots and users, a man of l…

Shouting in the Dark

“A reservoir of darkness, black
As witches’ cauldrons are, when fill’d
With moon-drugs in th’ eclipse distill’d.           
Leaning to look if foot might pass
Down thro’ that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore,
The jetty sides as smooth as glass,
Looking as if just varnish’d o’er
With that dark pitch the Sea of Death
Throws out upon its slimy shore.”

            -Thomas Moore


This blog, and most blogs for that matter, has much in common with my chosen bit of insanity and obsession. For one thing, they achieve basically the same amount of success; that is to say, little if any. For another they both work in the same way. I am a lone man shouting in the darkness around me, hoping someone will listen. Whether that be in the field of short story writing or just this little place with a weird name, I, and many like me, are just strangers in the dark hoping---begging, let's be honest---for attention. Fore some that darkness is only a short hike round the bend while for others…

The Empty Places

For most of my life I have been alone. I don't expect this to change. Loneliness is, at it's core, what do; what I am. There is an inherent loneliness in reading, in thinking and writing. I have always wanted to be alone. I suppose that comes from always living in a madhouse, overflowing with people and animals---we have a family of nine and at one point fourteen dogs. I remember sitting in a closest for hours, alone with my thoughts. Of reading Joules Verne late at night when everyone else was asleep. Of taking long, long walks to god-only-knows where till the sun falls far bellow the mountains on the horizon; something I still do. I remember craving silence, solitude, a place to think, more than anything in the world. A place devoid of all the noise and rushing about of life. A place empty of all but myself. I longed for a place that was mine. I longed for loneliness.I still do. Though now to much different extent than before. I've come to know that I need people as much…

The Fountain Dancers

I still don't know what the hell happened.

Not the best way to start a recount of a moment in my life but I've no other way to tell it. I have no idea what the hell I saw one day in February of this year. Well, that isn't entirely true. I do know what I saw and that's about all I can give you.

So, to begin. It was Friday afternoon in Old Towne Orange. I had just come from my shift at the library, had lunch and was reading Don Quixote in the park. It was a nice day, there was a calm breeze in the still chill air and for once the Circle was quiet of all the cars dangerously driving through the roundabout. There weren't many people at the park, maybe a few couples scattered around. I would occasionally glance up to watch birds flying through the flowering Jacaranda trees, the beautiful citrus scent of the few orange trees was comforting and familiar. It was a very poetic setting. Idyllic, beautiful, complete with a babbling fountain in the center and gentle winds.

It…

Interesting series to check out

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Welcome to Night Vale


The West Records


Tribe Twelve


Marble Hornets


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