I used to have a blog, not this blog, but now I have this blog, so you better get used to it, OK?
I have a story at Necessary Fiction. I have a story at Staccato Fiction. Read them, if you please. I plan to have other stories elsewhere. I'll let you know how that works out for me.
I've received three rejections in 2011 so far. No acceptances. I won't make this into a rejection blog. Roxane Gay already does that far better than I ever would. Read her blog. Read her stories. Just read, God.
I'm a museum guard, sometimes. Right now, I'm not. I mean, I guess I'm on reserve. There's a special exhibit in April and I'll go back to work that for a few months if nothing else comes along. My most recent stint there ended yesterday. I liked the other temporary people I worked with. Out of the group of us, I liked almost all of them. That's a rare treat indeed, like those foreign candies you buy at World Market because they seem so exotic even though they're really just chocolate or gummies or licorice with different names.