I am back. My father and I left half of mom’s ashes in Horseshoe Park in the Rocky Mountain National Park and half of her in Indian Springs, Texas. These were her two favorite places. I think that she would have been pleased.
We took a side trip to Seabrook then Keemah. I needed that. The ocean had a powerful desire to remind me how big it is and how small and insignificant I am. I could not tell it no.
The exhaustion from so many days on the road will take some time to get over.
Back at home I found out that a story of mine called “Lucky Strike Conspiracy” is going to be in a lovely publication called The Story Garden.
The cover of issue three of Gustaf Magazine is on-line. I will have a piece in it, so that makes me happy.
I got a ‘maybe’ from an e-zine that I really want to be in.
My advance copy of Blake Butler’s Scorch Atlas came in the mail. It is a beautiful object.
I’m going to submit to a book of literary tattoos. Info can be found at HTML Giant.
The work has really piled up for Thirst for Fire. I have a lot to do.
I wish I was drunk.
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Looking forward to seeing your work!
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Looking forward to seeing you work!
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