Last year I allowed my subscription to the Horror Writers’ Association slip into abeyance. Here’s why.
I successfully defended my thesis novel last night. In a few days, I will be hooded a Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction.
I received a rejection today.
I’m an old-school lefty, an American socialist long before socialism was cool, raised by a Marxist father to believe in the rights of the working class and the need for equality for all before the eyes of the law. But lately, the new left has begun to irritate me on a number of fronts. One particularly irritating aspect of new-leftism is the emergence of left homophobia.
Do not be content to think talent innate. Struggle against what you can not do until it becomes what you can.
I just received notice that I won 2nd place in the Parsec Ink short story contest.
To paraphrase The Simpsons’ Helen Lovejoy, “What about the language? Won’t somebody please think of the language?”