Feast your eyes on the image that Kaolin Fire made for the MUSCLE MEMORY cover. It rocks and or rolls, and I may have to put it on a t-shirt.
Also got my first blurb back from S.D. Hintz, who loved the story and said this:
‘Hilariously disturbing! Lowe bends gender roles into a noose and unravels it on an emotional roller coaster where nuclear families explode.’
S.D. Hintz, author of Blood Orchard and Charnel Harbor
… And now, some random minutiae …
NEWS FLASH! – I will have a story in the next issue of Esteban Silvani’s House of Bizarro, the weird wing of Dark Recesses magazine. After badgering poor Esteban with submissions, he finally threw me a bone to shut me up and accepted “Short Gary Takes a Cow to California”. Lucky for him, because I was going to resort to whining next.
Also, a not-so-bizarro story called “What Philip Did in Tulsa” will be up on Short-Story.Me sometime soon. It’s less weird and more mean, a story of vengance that doesn’t go as planned.
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I still haven’t taken my Official Author Jacket Photo yet. I’m conflicted because I was originally going to wear an Ascot and clutch a pipe and hold my morbidly obese beagle and look all stupid for the photo, but now I’m changing my mind. I’m thinking something more professional, like a tuxedo t-shirt, may be in order.
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Spring sports have begun in full swing this week, meaning long evenings of drudgery for me typing up high school track & field results. I hate track. You cannot begin to understand my loathing for track. But once May ends and school lets out, I will be free. It will be a summer of writing for me. With a novella to finish and two other projects needing attention, I am determined to get shit done before next fall so I can concentrate on my two book releases and my first convention (BizarroCon) not related to building products.
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Some friendly advice – Before you eat your next salad, get some bibb lettuce. You can use a leaf as an actual bib, then eat it last and not waste a napkin.