Saturday, June 21, 2014
Happy summer solstice, everyone—though it really is the more somber of the two occasions. For the next six months we're on a downward slope towards winter. We wax, we wane, we change, we change. Through the accumulation of recognizable cycles we come to find ourselves unrecognizable. All things on this little Earth and the unfathomable cosmos beyond.
A few things I've neglected to mention here:
Back in May, a short story of mine called "And the Angels Ministered unto Him" appeared in EAP: The Magazine.
I've been doing some blogging for Carve lately. The highlights so far: an interview with Carve's associate editor, Old Media in a New World, and Books Are Not Immersive—And That Might Be a Good Thing. I've got an interview with Spenser Gordon set to appear next week, so take a gander at that when it appears.
And I wrote a blog post for The Town Crier about "The Fighting Game," which I wrote for The Puritan last winter.
I have another novel coming out next month—I think. Stay tuned.