You n Me Baybee

The aforementioned Safety Pin Review posted some "action shots" of my story out and about, making its little way into the world. 

The Lit Pub is back in action and in the upcoming days/weeks will be featuring my book, Normally Special and I am nervous and excited about that.  I am asking you nicely to please check it out because that would make me happy.

We Who Are About To Die is asking former Pangur Ban Party contributors to review their own Pangur Ban Party contribution.  Here is mine. 

Safety Pin Review

A nice young man named Simon Jacobs asked me to be the inaugural story for his new venture, “The Safety Pin Review” which is a pretty cool concept; wearable stories.

The stories are all 30 words or less and are written on a patch that is then worn for a week on the back of a jacket. It’s a portable story of sorts.

I thought it was a cool idea and I love the challenge of Hint Fiction…making something that has a strong impact with not a whole lot of words.

I hope I accomplished that.

Simon also does a weekly college radio show called "Centerpiece" and he was kind enough to say a bunch of nice things about the story and about my writing during this week’s show. You can listen to it here. AND he plays some NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL so, that is also a bonus!

Thank you Simon and to everyone else, SEND HIM SOMETHING! Get your words worn!

GUEST ANONYMOUS BLOG POST

Today I realized that I have never been tested for AIDS. I'm unsure of how anxious I should be about this.






I don't have a complex regarding food that makes it an eating disorder, I just find it more convenient to not eat. The longest I've gone is 1 meal in four days.





I will look at pictures or videos of myself and wonder how anyone can make such an awkward or creepy smile. It's one of the things that makes me angriest with myself.





I have been growing more paranoid over time; at first, it was only when I was extremely drunk or ill, but now there are times when I will suspect a friend or family member of attempting to harm me in some way based on an unrelated, innocuous facebook post, or if they don't answer the phone when I call, or sometimes just based on memories that may or may not be fictional. I can build an excellent case regarding memories either way.





I never call people by their names. I've had multiple people ask me if I even know what their names are. Sometimes, I don't.





When I was little, I read a story about a monster that would eat anything that slept unless it was hiding entirely under a blanket, with no exposed parts or unsealed edges. I still sleep entirely cocooned in covers, although I no longer struggle to seal up every loose spot.





The one thing I will never tell anyone, no matter how long I know them, is my lifelong love of Roger Whittaker. I've already sunk into serious, multi-day depressions when I contemplate what I'll feel when I find out about his death.