Video: Amanda Gowin at Sylvester Memorial Library

the video!!! took forever to get this mess uploaded. i realize it’s an hour long, but at least stick around long enough for the church fire anecdote… plus i read a story. mainly i ramble. but i think it turned out pretty well! 

World Book Day 2013 – New & Old Love


World Book Day??!!  hell yeah. awesome excuse to make book lists.


Top 5 Go-Tos for Random Infusions of Beauty 

Sometimes I need icebears and sometimes I need Mario to tell me about the fans’ sounds at night… these are my shelf-grabs for snippet reading or total re-ingestion

1. Tropic of Cancer – Henry Miller

2. The Strangeness of Beauty – Lydia Minatoya

3. Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace

4. His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman

5. East of Eden – John Steinbeck


Top 5 Quickest Reads in the Past Year

There’s no way to list the best things I’ve read, there are WAY too many. But for what it’s worth, I devoured these in just a couple days apiece, and I think that says plenty about them. In order beginning with the speediest:

1. Growing Up Dead In Texas – Stephen Graham Jones

2. Full Dark, No Stars – Stephen King

3. Nod – Adrian Barnes

4. Murder and Other Distractions – Michael Estrin

5. The Sound of Loneliness – Craig Wallwork


5 Self-Pimps Because Why Not? I’m Proud to Be In This Stuff

1. Warmed and Bound – “The World Was Clocks” available now

2. In Search of a City: Los Angeles in 1000 Words – “Gilded Bones” available now

3. cutaway – “The Cabbage Muse” available now

4. Cipher Sisters – “Asymmetry” (and co-editor) coming very soon

5. The Booked. Anthology – “Short Tendon” coming very soon

P.S. to this list, still a year in the future so can’t really gloat about it just yet – Burnt Tongues – “The Line Forms on the Right” coming summer 2014

Happy World Book Day!!! READ READ READ!!!


stories & starfish

i’ve been a busy, busy bitch. at the moment i have stories submitted to the following: Black Clock, Juked, Avery, Camera Obscura, Dark Sky and PANK. probably all way out of my league but i’ve been advised to stop dicking around and aim higher…

applied for a job back at the saddle shop. it’s a coin toss as to whether they hire me (again) – i’m not reliable and may quit at any moment, but while i’m there i’ll sell the shit out of thousand dollar saddles and accessories. in other words, if beth is in charge of hiring i don’t have a shot, if jerry is in charge of hiring i’m back tomorrow.

mom got back from florida last night, she brought back starfish that had washed up on the beach after the storm – i would never tell her they could’ve lived, that they had a chance, if she’d just have left them or tossed them back. she would be as horrified as i am by them. they’re drying under bricks on the picnic table in her backyard. one of them is PURPLE. it’s insanely beautiful. my mother murdered a purple starfish. 

adam will be 3 a week from today. i don’t even know what to say about it. he’s tall and strong and beautiful, he’s quirky and a little evil and all perfect. when i see him take off in his star wars underoos through the house, howling with near-naked freedom, it’s hard to remember he began as a post-coital conversation within earshot of the ocean. i can’t take credit for that kid. no one can take credit for their kids – they’re self-made. i can feed him and read him One Fish Two Fish and explain every night during “Gypsy” what the word ‘gauzy’ means, but mainly i can just watch in awe.

the sun has reappeared. i’ve gained 7 pounds. eric is in love with me every day. my son is happy and healthy. things are pretty damned good.

brief whoring for some fellow workshoppers, should anyone wade through the personal cheese to the end of this blog:

Pela Via, working on 31 throwaways for her birthday:

Richard Thomas, supporting the shit out of me and taking the time to give some advice, has a story in Shivers VI along with Stephen King – his blog is linked to the right, “What Does Not Kill Me.”

Chris Deal introduced me to the works of Charles Dodd White, and also he loves zombies and has stories all over the fucking place:

Charles Dodd White is just plain amazing. i’ve read every story i can find. i know his voice, i love his voice. he is here:

i’ll get around to more as i go along, and as i find them – 4 is a good number for one post i think.

OH AND ME!!!  on tuesday – i’ll be there with ‘Fever.’ but i’ll be spamming that on tuesday… click over now, all… 2? 3? people maybe that look at this? i could just say: hey eric, angela and heather: if you click to the site now, there are some great stories up already by some fellow workshoppers as well as others.

read, people. turns out there’s tons of stuff to read…

stephen king is voodoo

today is my 4 year wedding anniversary.

it’s been a crap week off and on.  the kind of crap week where things are sailing along, happy, even keel, then BOOM – belly and faceful of nasty whatever. i can take a gut punch if i have time to clench, but this hasn’t been that kind of week. but with the lack of sleep, these punches could’ve been coming a mile away and i might not have noticed.

anyway – 4 years married, moving into a better mood and a better weekend. forget this week, it’s disappearing (and taking indian summer with it). thursday and the kid is a ray of sunshine,  eric sent me a dozen roses, and i have enough coffee to sustain me through this sleep-deprived exhaustion that’s like extra gravity, like in Slapstick.

who could ask for more?

NO ONE. and still, i’m getting more. i’m halfway through the first draft of my 2nd short story in less than 2 weeks – and this after a dry spell of MONTHS. last night after some stupid bickering and the cat taking a dump in the bed and not having solid sleep in who knows how long, i sat down and wrote a thousand words. half braindead but the images just fell out.

last week i wrote Teetotaler, killed someone else in an alley but was still pretty satisfied with it – AND satisfied that i opened a blank document and closed it with a story. asked angela a couple nights ago if she could give me some ideas, something that i could turn into a story that didn’t have a dead body in it. ten minutes later we had an outline, and last night it merged with an image i’d been saving (maybe i can write a story without a body in it, but i can’t write one without at least SOME blood).

what does this have to do with stephen king? fuck if i know, but he’s involved. i’m always reading something – i abandoned reading minimalists for awhile a few months ago due to the paralysis it seemed to be causing when i tried to shape a sentence, and switched to anais nin – unstructured, honest, sexual, freeing.  my brain relaxed, but still those blank documents, fingers hovering over the keyboard or rapidly discarding the scraps i was coming out with.

my sister gives me Lisey’s Story, and i fall into it. stop halfway through and write Teetotaler. finish the book a few days ago, and now this untitled story is already working its way out on paper. if i don’t owe that somehow to whatever relaxingstorytelling no-pressure gorgeous-image diarrhea-mouthed stephen king voodoo, then who gets the credit?

SO. happy anniversary to me, happy anniversary to eric, happy weekend to everyone, and apologies to Caroline for her fingertips, but i just can’t keep my characters clean…..