Since the locusts and fire and quakes haven’t gotten me yet and because there are a couple more dates on the apocalyptic calendar, I realize I should at the very least update here so that when the Eloi dig out the ruins of California (sometime after the great EQ when we’ve fallen into the Pacific and the drying up of the oceans, they will emerge from their hiding places), some archeological latter day Zahi Hawass will announce the discovery of The Lost World of La-La Land.
At least if I do an occasional update, I’ll know the record will be straight.
LAUNCH OF THE BEST OF EVERY DAY FICTION 3
So we went to Vancouver, Tim and I, so I could attend EDF’s official launch of its third “Best of” anthology. We had one glorious day, weather-wise, and then a couple with the expected drizzle. It was great to meet with some of the EDF staff and with authors K.C. Ball, J.C. Towler, and Peter Tupper. The signing was at Blackberry Books on Granville Island. Thank you, Joseph. Pictures on Facebook.
Tim and I also visited the Museum of Anthropology and were overwhelmed by their fabulous collection not only of Canada’s First Nations but of other cultures also. The facility itself in beautifully designed and easy to get to out by the University of British Columbia and because we were exploring we found Jericho Beach and Park. So amazing. Pictures are on Facebook.
I do have some writing updates for 2011. I haven’t been doing much writing these last five months, but some things have come out.
Advent at Sonora Review
Collateral Damage at Sonora Review
200 Nights at Corium Magazine
The Real War at Clapboard House
Portent at Sonora Review
A Basic Truth about Some Girls at 50 to 1
The Nickel in print at Crimespree
I’ve been interviewed too.
And I’ve interviewed!
And for sheer weirdness, I’m Wordnik saying a few random things!?!
Also out any day is “Wounded Moon” in the Short Story America Anthology.
Mason took a slice of Spam out onto the cabin steps so he could bay at the moon. His plaid pajamas were stiff around the armpits from sweat and where he’d spilled evaporated milk a couple of days before. The flannel gave off a pungent smell, a strategic weapon against the incursion of pests, both the four- and two-legged kind.