My Summer Sessions Interview

As I said in the previous post, I participated in a project known as the Summer Sessions, which co-creater Magen Toole describes as such:

The Summer Sessions is a project I organized with the help of Melissa Dominic, bringing authors, poets, photographers and artists together under a common theme: A desire to create. The project consists of eight women, in different stages of their careers and creative development, from different cultural and educational backgrounds, who agreed to be interviewed and interview one another, with the goal of cross-posting each others’ interviews in our respective blogs.

Stop by Magen's site and read how devastatingly charming I am.

Interview with Megan Toscano

I recently had the opportunity to interview writer/photographer Megan Toscano for an excellent project known as the Summer Sessions. The Summer Sessions are the brainchild of Melissa Dominic and Magen Toole, who describes the project as such:

The Summer Sessions is a project I organized with the help of Melissa Dominic, bringing authors, poets, photographers and artists together under a common theme: A desire to create. The project consists of eight women, in different stages of their careers and creative development, from different cultural and educational backgrounds, who agreed to be interviewed and interview one another, with the goal of cross-posting each others’ interviews in our respective blogs. It’s a project about knowing who’s in our community, and giving back to that community by helping one another promote our own work.

You can read more about Megan, as well as enjoy samples of her work, at megantoscano.com.

Symbioskeletal

 I know many writers go in for the art of "saying something" with their work. Personal issues, socio-political commentary, what have you. I wish I could count myself a part of that nobler lot. Fortunately, I'm a selfish pig, and rarely set out to do anything more meaningful than amuse myself.

With that said, here's a piece excavated from the archives, Symbioskeletal...

A Big Announcement: It's Cereal! No, wait, It's A Serial!

How many of you out there are writers, or love someone who's a writer? That covers pretty much everyone, right? Right. So I don't feel there's too much explanation needed when I say that, as a writer, I have one or two (or three or four) unfinished novels lazing about in various stages of undress. It's not that I'm lazy or unmotivated, it's just that...I'm a writer.

That should be a legally acceptable excuse for a lot in this world.

Alright, so what I mean to say is that, while I love all my projects like they're my children, I'm (occasionally) a fountain of ideas. And easily distracted. So it happens that projects get temporarily (I tell myself) moved to the back burner. And then that nagging, neglect-induced guilt rides into town. Just look at your children! it says. Clothed in tatters like ragamuffins and underfed. They love you and miss you terribly!

You see, it's exactly absurd tangents like these that spawn my orphans. I am going somewhere with this, just let me remember...

Yes! So, I figured that it's time to dust one of them off (I'm experimenting on one of them, the lucky darling), dress it up in its Sunday finery, and parade it about town. Or, without the nonsensical imagery, I'm releasing one of these par-baked beauties into the wild.

But that doesn't make any sense, is what I'm sure is on the tip of your tongue. That's where the cereal comes in. The serial, I mean.

The derelict darling in question is about (or maybe more than) halfway completed. More or less. Or less. Truth be told, I originally envisioned it as a trilogy (oh, how lofty and novel of me!). Holy hell, am I good at skirting a point!

Alright, on with it!

I'm releasing one of my unfinished novels as a serial. This, I'm thinking (hoping), will allow me time (and give me motivation) to fill in all those missing bits and bobs. Or pave over giant plot holes. Six of one.

I'm still unsure of how much I'll release at a time (I work in scenes, not chapters, so it's not so cut and dry), but I do know that I want to get started very soon.

I'll keep updating as I get more info (or just make shit up).

Can It Be?

Yes, it is! And because I love you, I'll tell you what I'm going on about. I've got another piece of microfiction up, published by the goodly folks over at Thaumatrope. You can read it there, but, as usual, I'll also reprint it here so you don't have to dig for it. But you really should visit the Thaumatrope Twitter page. It'll keep your hands soft and youthful.

"The bar's neon sign kept Joe awake every night. Rifle in hand, he decided it was either him or the sign. His aim wasn't good long distance."

 This is your captain bidding you a good night, and good dental hygiene.

...And Who Doesn't Love Hookers?

Is the important question, I tell you.

It's time once again for an installment of 'Angela Pardue's Twitter Fiction Circus Fantastico'. It's a working title.

Another piece of the good old Twitfic went up on Tweet the Meat (the theme was "urban"). Check it out on Twitter: tweetthemeat. Okay, and you can read it here, also. But I strongly recommend you check out the link. There's guerrilla Girl Scout's there. You won't regret it.

"Frank sat in the backseat with the hooker, who stared at his fingers. "I did say my price is 10, but I didn't mean dollars."

The moral: hookers want your digits.

There Were These Boys, You See...

So I'm late to my own party, once again. I had another piece of microfiction published with Thaumatrope last month. It's an honor because, really, who doesn't love Thaumatrope?

Of course, I recommend heading over to the Thaumatrope website to check it out, but I'll repost it here anyhow. Like Xerces, I am kind.

"They shivered in the closet together, finally heard the screeching cease. Maybe it had stopped waiting. The oldest opened the door a crack."

You can also subscribe the Thaumatrope's Twitter feed for regular doses of  the best sci-fi/fantasy/horror microfiction. It'll keep your coat shiny.

Care for A Cup?

Last night my latest piece of twitfic went up on Tweet the Meet. The theme was 'Whisper'. You can check it out on their Twitter page, but I'm posting it here also, for your reading enjoyment.

"Jane heard their whispers behind her back. Tonight, she'd show those girls what "No tits" really meant."

John Pupo said it ..."gave me the whole Carrie meets a Grindhouse flick moment!"

I post twitfic over on "the Twitter" from time to time, so come on over and see what's brewing.

New Piece Coming Up on Tweet the Meat

Next week I have a piece of Twitter fiction appearing on Tweet the Meat. I'm unsure which day my piece will be up, so keep an eye out here for updates.

Tweet the Meat is "A Twitter-based E-Zine of Horror". They publish great twitfic by a lot of talented writers, so I'm pleased to be included.

Check them out on Twitter: Tweet the Meat