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Oops! I didn't update anything last month. That was not because I wasn't getting published. I was. It's because I was recovering from a followup to the colposcopy that left me very low in energy. I'm finally on the mend. I hope I never ever ever require another LEEP. Two more colposcopies to go over the next year and a half, though. BAH!
(For what it's worth, BlueSky censored my link to the LEEP procedure saying that it was sexual content. I swear to you that it is the opposite of sexual content. In fact, you're not supposed to have sex until the electrocuted, mangled cervix is healed, and in the meantime, what looks like cigarette butts are tumbling out of your cooch. SO NOT SEXY.)
I had a few publications in the interim:
I won Narratively's First Kiss contest with Running Around in Prepubescent Lust. These are the sordid details of my very first kiss, when I was six years old.
My story "The Grave of Robert Kirk" was published in Once Upon a Moonless Night: Tales of Betrayal, Revenge, and Redemption. If you're gonna get it, opt for the ebook because the print prices are absolutely bonkers.
My poem "I am Canadian" (which isn't the slightest bit patriotic) has been published in Canada is Our Poem.
Preorders are open for Monsterfck, which contains the absolute filthiest story I've ever written. I can't imagine how I could surpass this.
Despite ridiculous propaganda articles stating that most authors use AI, I guarantee that none of my writing comes from the slopmeister plagiarism machine. All my words are homegrown and freerange.
I've also applied for more writing grants and residencies. I had the sinking realization that even if I get a $10,000 grant, that still works out to about 1/3 of minimum wage for the year. In the meanwhile, professional rates for stories are $0.08/word, which means I might make a couple hundred bucks for a story that took me weeks to write. If it sells.
Gotta write faster. Gotta write better.
Gotta get universal basic income.
(For what it's worth, BlueSky censored my link to the LEEP procedure saying that it was sexual content. I swear to you that it is the opposite of sexual content. In fact, you're not supposed to have sex until the electrocuted, mangled cervix is healed, and in the meantime, what looks like cigarette butts are tumbling out of your cooch. SO NOT SEXY.)
I had a few publications in the interim:
I won Narratively's First Kiss contest with Running Around in Prepubescent Lust. These are the sordid details of my very first kiss, when I was six years old.
My story "The Grave of Robert Kirk" was published in Once Upon a Moonless Night: Tales of Betrayal, Revenge, and Redemption. If you're gonna get it, opt for the ebook because the print prices are absolutely bonkers.
My poem "I am Canadian" (which isn't the slightest bit patriotic) has been published in Canada is Our Poem.
Preorders are open for Monsterfck, which contains the absolute filthiest story I've ever written. I can't imagine how I could surpass this.
Despite ridiculous propaganda articles stating that most authors use AI, I guarantee that none of my writing comes from the slopmeister plagiarism machine. All my words are homegrown and freerange.
I've also applied for more writing grants and residencies. I had the sinking realization that even if I get a $10,000 grant, that still works out to about 1/3 of minimum wage for the year. In the meanwhile, professional rates for stories are $0.08/word, which means I might make a couple hundred bucks for a story that took me weeks to write. If it sells.
Gotta write faster. Gotta write better.
Gotta get universal basic income.
