I’ve neglected you, dear readers. Forgive me. I was distracted by exams and other such terrifying things. Now I’m on vacation. I’m visiting family on the edge of South Carolina and soaking up some lovely Southern rot.
I’m writing a lot because I don’t have much else to do. If I’m not writing I’m sleeping, drinking, watching films, or being driven to irregular parts of town. On the side of a building on Calhoun St. there is a massive mural. It depicts a massive, muscled black Jesus in a mullet-afro and a superhero costume carrying a child to safety. A rainbow arcs behind them. The mural proclaims, “Jesus is the only fire escape.”
There are things in the works. I’m editing another story in the saga of the townies, called “Knock Down Drag Out”. I’m finishing the first draft of another Tim Blank story. It’s called “Population Control” and it involves a few of my favorite topics: cryptozoology, conspiracy, and waiting. You may not not be able to see it for a while, because I’m intending to be brave and submit it to a few alternative short fiction markets in February. I’m working in fits and starts on a dark piece of mainstream-ish fiction about failure, sex, and skulking on the fringe of things.
I’m also indulging myself and writing a post-apocalyptica soaked short story. It’s currently called “No Alarms and No Surprises”. I’ve been listening to OK Computer a lot and it makes me think of imminent environmental, economic, and social collapse. In “No Alarms and No Surprises”, the stalwart genetic engineer Dr. Edwards entertains a filthy junker in order to procure a series of graduated industrial lenses. How thrilling!
Watch this space.