At Curiouser and Curiouser, the Time Flies….

impossible to believe all the lovely people who’ve allowed me to interrogate them. also impossible to believe how long i go between organizing the links in handy dandy posts….

here’s where we are since the last update:

end of July:

July 30th – Gordon Highland

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/07/30/gordon-highland/

August

August 7th- Monica Drake

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/08/07/monica-drake/

August 14th – Adam Skorupskas

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/adam-skorupskas/

August 21st – Sean Ferguson

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/08/21/sean-ferguson/

August 28th – J. David Osborne

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/08/28/j-david-osborne/

September

September 4th – Trent Zelazny

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/09/04/trent-zelazny/

September 18th – Michael J. Seidlinger

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/09/18/michael-j-seidlinger/

September 25th – Nik Korpon

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/09/25/nik-korpon/

Octoberso far…

October 2nd – Kealan Patrick Burke

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/10/02/kealan-patrick-burke/

October 9th – Richard Thomas

http://curiousinterviews.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/richard-thomas/

AND don’t forget – October still has THREE interviews on their way: Bob Pastorella, John Everson and David JamesKeaton!

link to all interviews before the ones mentioned in this post:

https://lookatmissohio.wordpress.com/2012/07/25/and-daddy-tomato-stomps-him-and-says-ketch-up/

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The Batman Ring

Messes with my head when I’m up so much earlier than everyone. Kiddo got leapt upon by 3 lbs of black fur at around 3:30 – now kid, dad and aforementioned ball of fur are all nicely settled together in the big bed. Me? Im wider than a stick of gum and had to slip away.

My toenails look fabulous, I want to photograph them, but that’s the same part of me that just spent too long looking for a plastic batman ring I saw shoved on the cat’s ear last evening.

Lets see. What, what? Fourth of july weekend was all the stuff it is supposed to be, more “classic” than any we’ve had so far – kid games at the park, dunk tank with the mayor, swimming, grilling, sparklers, fireworks. Maybe adam’s best holiday to date; Lily really brings out the satyr in him. (Photos in a later post)

There’s a lot of fog.

My stories are getting more compact – working on this thing, thought it was about a whole night, got interrupted, back to it later and I realized it needed two more lines. What, maybe 400 words? But sometimes you WANT something to be sex but instead it’s about moths and alcoholism. It’s voice work, I think. Anais Nin crisis – I go back and forth between Henry & June and her erotica, and try to figure out what she was trying to figure out – the journal voice turning to the writer voice. Henry figured it out, or maybe he just said fuck it. Maybe this is about form. Don’t know. Just know that things that come from scribbles and journal scraps and bundled thoughts fallen from the sky (tied together with cigarette string and stored near the X-files trivia but not too close to the D’inofrio box) shine up into a lot more like my voice than my “this is the story” planned tales. It’s like I put on my fancy writing hat – I dont write anything fancy, but the voices are distinctly different… bridget’s voice is the only narrative voice I like, and its just (to paraphrase andrea speaking of something different) the out loud version of me. We’ll see how all that pans out.

these are good thoughts to have while it becomes daylight and the fog refuses to burn off.

If i had the batman ring, perhaps the answers would feel closer.

Too many books on the side table, but I guess it’s good –  I can say Fuck it to the voice earwhig and listen to other voices for the moment. Ahem, allow me to catalog : Knockemstiff, By the Time We Leave Here We’ll Be Friends, Clown Girl, Henry & June, Sexus, Erotica by Anais Nin. Thats an impressive table. If the PBS schedule and One Fish Two Fish weren’t amongst the pile it would be downrigh hip – and no doubt a calculated lie of a pile.

But this is not about the table. This is about the Warmed & Bound Release Party, isn’t it? No, maybe it’s about the Booked podcast that terrifies me to no end. I shall ramble in new and horrifying ways, and I am AFRAID. Big mouth, more nervous = more talking.

But the release party is exciting shit. Why? Shoes. Shoes and the 1920s and meeting all these people – I want to know what these typed voices sound like out loud, I want to match faces to stories, I want to hit on waitresses dressed as flappers.

I want a pink bandanna for my pirate costume, and to FIND THAT BATMAN RING!!!

 

Warmed And Bound: release date & cover photos – and too much back story

all right. i’ve run in circles, peed a little, danced the dance of Cinderella’s stepmother in the hot iron shoes – only, if that were a happy experience – carried the kitten to the bathroom because she’s afraid of the dark, put the kiddo to bed and sang Suzanne Vega to him until my throat is ragged, planned the things i want to say to my husband at 2am about his unwavering faith in me … i think i’m ready to sit still for a moment and say “Holy shit. This book. How the hell did I end up in this book?”

it will be available FRIDAY JULY 22nd for $15.95 on amazon.com (ebook details soon)

and the book – these people – go meet these people: http://welcometothevelvet.com/forums/

and the book site – get over there, too, that’s where the NEWS lives:  http://warmedandbound.com/

under the photos in this post lives the little acorn of misery, love and inspiration that led to the girls that led me by the hand into this book….

i’m going to be doing a few questions for Jay Slayton Joslin (along with the other amazing people in this list) but here’s the extended and sappy answer to ‘the’ question:

Where did I get the story?

the answer is ugly. think a new baby and insomnia and a sister you rarely see but miss painfully – and think total seething anger for this sister, because in your head is this beautiful ethereal duo tapping their toes and waiting to be drawn in the shapes of letters. they have nothing to do with your family issues. all you can do is resent the bitterness you do NOT want to bleed into this innocence. so you miss your sister. and bite your cuticles and have recurring dreams about peculiar trees. what happens? giving in, what always happens…. you can tie off your fingers at the first digit but the story will only hold so long. the twist ties and kite string snap and through the blood under your fingernails, you watch the core of a something indescribably beautiful take shape in the hate and love and need – and the trees. “The World Was Clocks.”

three years later, everything has changed – but Heather, this story was always for you.

Warmed and Bound – A Velvet Anthology: Author List Announced

wanna see me pee with excitement??? didn’t think so.

instead, check out (and subscribe to!)  this new page for news about the upcoming release of the anthology.

for now, check out the bios. i’m in there. you believe that? me either.

http://warmedandbound.wordpress.com/2011/04/14/authors/