Hello from a basement out here in central Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you and yours doing well on this seventh day of Christmas, and that your true loves have bestowed a septet of swimming swans upon you.
Category: Literary
Redwall’s Coming to Netflix
Imagine my delight then to learn that Netflix is adapting Redwall and then later Martin the Warrior into animated films
Launching a Gumroad Page: “Rests Like a Bastard Sword”
I've also taken the time today to set up a Gumroad page as a landing spot of sorts for independently publishing and selling some of the stories I'm working on. The first piece is a just-a-hair-past-nano piece of short fiction, "Rests Like a Bastard Sword," from my Short as Fictober 2019 endeavor.
Reading Rec: The Forever Sea by Joshua Phillip Johnson
Last Tuesday, The Forever Sea was published by DAW books, and while I'm not too far into yet, I'm absolutely enjoying the hell out of it.
What I Learned Writing a Short Piece of Fiction Every Day During the Month of October
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
Short As Fictober
Writing is a strange and giant beast, that I sometimes lose sight of the simple fact that it's supposed to be fun. I'm looking forward to what kinds of stories will happen over the next 31 days. Who's with me?
Barstow & Grand
Currently the journal's taking submissions for its third issue (in fact, this weekend it'll be free to submit), and if you have a piece of fiction or nonfiction, a poem, or a hybrid text of some type, and a connection to Wisconsin's Chippewa Valley you should send it on in.
“America is about […] Poor People”
America, I think, is about poor people playing music and poor people sharing food and poor people dancing, even when everything else in their lives is so desperate, and so dismal that it doesn't seem that there should be any room for music, any extra food, or any extra energy for dancing. And people can … Continue reading “America is about […] Poor People”
“They Slept Under a Tree…”
They slept under a tree near the overpass, side by side on top of August's plastic sheet. Kirsten slept fitfully, aware each time she woke of the emptiness of the landscape, the lack of people and animals and caravans around her. Hell is the absence of the people you long for (144). --Emily St. John Mandel, Station … Continue reading “They Slept Under a Tree…”
Ryan L. Purdy 