Celebrating two accomplishments with a cruller for breakfast.

Last night I completed the final edit of my latest short story, To Bethany, with Teeth. When my husband asked me what it was about, my response was, “oh, you know, Voodoo, teeth, domestic violence.” I was deep in editing mode and didn’t quite realize what I had said until he laughed.

What a synopsis that would be. Sell like hotcakes I imagine.

I also heard a sing-song ding on my phone and opened it to find an email from elsewhere magazine, announcing their wish to publish a prose poem of mine entitled The Ghost – a lament on gentrification and uninspired home renovations from the perspective of the home’s deceased original builder. I was quite surprised, given the caliber of writers that are fortunate enough to list elsewhere among their credits.