- “The Village with All of the Boyfriends” by Zachary Doss
- “The Murder Sounds” by Amy Silverberg
- “How to Spend Your Time Before the Renegade Planet Makes It All Go Dark” by Justin Lawrence Daugherty
- “Grief as Mythos” by Brandon Taylor
- “Let’s Not Begin” by Maggie Smith
- “How the End Begins” by Cynthia Cruz
- “Ten Step Tulpamancy” by Kia Groom
- “Beach City” by Jaquira Díaz
- The Best Small Fictions 2015, edited by Robert Olen Butler
- The Bad Cover Letter Generator, built by Kendra Fortmeyer, which generates extremely professional cover letters for the aspiring writer (give it a whirl!)
- Goddessmode, a small anthology of videogame writing by women and non-binary writers
- Corium Magazine, Issue 20
- “The Grifted” by Jac Jemc
- “There Is No Map for Grief: On the Work of Art” by Lidia Yuknavitch
- “Aubade with a Broken Neck” by Traci Brimhall
- “What Do We Have in Our Pockets?” by Etgar Keret
- “Beginnings: New York” by Ocean Vuong
- “Secretaries in Heaven” by Stephanie Lenox
- “In Favor of Defenestrating Children” by Saara Myrene Raappana
- The Blunt Instrument, an advice column for writers by Elisa Gabbert
I decorated my desk at work, which is unusual. In terms of personal living space, I prefer things simple and often unadorned. Truthfully, I am just not very cognizant of the arrangement of objects around me and how they look next to each other. I don’t like giving myself more to clean and organize. I am quick to discard anything that isn’t a book or things to write with. I wonder if this is a common trait among extreme introverts; if we’re more likely to prefer organizing what’s jumbled up inside our heads and neglect what’s obviously right in front of us in the real world.
At the end of November, I went to the Miami Book Fair again with Melissa. This year, I was there primarily for Ocean Vuong‘s poetry reading. It was very emotional and I was awestruck. People were fanning themselves, and not just because of the unrelenting heat. Poetry is alive and quite well, I am happy to report. You just need to look for it. He read this beautiful poem that was published in Poetry. You should listen to it too. I cannot wait to get my hands on his debut full-length collection. Unfortunately, we’ll have to wait until 2016.
I had a very short story published in this month’s issue of Maudlin House: read it here. I was determined to send them something right when I first learned their name. Oh, and there’s the writing and beautiful design, of course.
Since it’s almost the end of the year, I’ll be posting some kind of best-of collage and vague resolutions soon. I reached my Goodreads goal! Fifty books read, which is pretty good for me. Poetry, short story collections, graphic novels, essays, huge tomes. Very eclectic. I also have my first ever memory jar that I’ll be able to open and spill out and show you what I collected throughout the year. Stay tuned. In the meantime, go and read the “A Year in Reading” series over at the Millions.
I don’t know much about road trips. What little I do know about them comes from memories of anticipation in the backseat on our way to the Magic Kingdom and the dreams of my own city of multicolored monorails. Who ever cared about the rides? Or Mickey Mouse? Only the monorails ever mattered.
This Fourth of July was the first time I ever took to the road by myself. I drove until I was nearly in Georgia. A new friend let me stay at his place. Friends are now only ever found online, or else, in books. The cicadas were very loud, a full-on orchestra of insect legs. There were Southern accents and Sonic’s to drive up to. I’d assumed that Sonic was just a drive-thru you saw in commercials, a television myth. At night, there were explosions from fireworks and burning barrels the neighbors were using to get rid of old things. Watching movies inside, we inhaled all the smoke from the fires. Heading home, the rain soon returned with a familiar earthy musk. A breath out. I wonder about wanderlust and why that was never a rhythm I could rest my temple on.
I’ve been overwhelmed by the extremely positive response to my list of journals. It somehow caught fire via social media and ended up with a mention in the Review Review newsletter. I received emails from editors asking to be included (which I was more than happy to oblige) and teachers thanking me for taking the time to put it together, that it would be useful for their classes. I hope it will continue to prove useful for some weary internet travelers.
About a week ago, Cartridge Lit published a poem of mine. They’re a newer journal interested in publishing videogame literature and interviewing writers who play games. My poem was partially inspired by my experience playing through the videogame Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3. I am very interested in the intersections between these forms of media, especially in how they shape and influence identity. Recently, I read this post by Merritt Kopas about hypertext and the exploration of sexuality, gender, and body issues. Why shouldn’t videogames tackle these subjects? I’m happy to see how the medium is rapidly expanding to include these spaces and provide a new means of personal expression. We can’t have enough of those.
I’ve been taking a break from places like Tumblr and other social media in order to focus more on revising my writing and sending out pieces to literary journals. So if you feel like I’ve been going ghost for a while, now you know why. It’s funny because I don’t exactly miss these things when I leave them, but I still crave some conversation. Most of the time, I just wish it were in another form, and I have the feeling a lot of people feel the same way.
In the meantime, I’ve been experimenting with the setup of this blog. I’ve installed a new comments system, which seems more efficient. I was bothered by the fact that I couldn’t reply to people after a certain reply amount was reached. Hopefully this took care of that problem.
I’ve also started updating my little writing section. l’ll use it to keep track of my future publications as well, once more of my writing finds a good home.