Superficial Flesh
Alex got us into a sort of filmmaker party last night and introduced us around, and it all went very well until I fainted, which I do sometimes because I am secretly Keats.* I think I terrified a few people because it was pretty clear I hadn't been drinking. Ciro caught me, so I didn't smack my head on the concrete, but I do have a scratch running from the corner of my mouth down my throat -- I must've scraped myself on something he was wearing. It looks like I've dribbled some strawberry jam, and I'm relieved no one has tried to wipe it off, as that would hurt.
More museum today, including a screening of "Aperture," which people seemed to enjoy and identify with. Aside from that, a classic Rocker Box Gasket challenge -- everyone making films in an hour with prompts like "make a war film composed mainly of reaction shots."
I have had another story published -- "The Hungry Child." It's in a literary magazine called Superficial Flesh. In order to read it at the website, you have to register, but this is mainly so they know where you are geographically; I have never gotten an e-mail from them. You can also buy a hard copy for $6. (This is through paypal and slightly confusing; on the website, click "order info" and then "keep us afloat" and make a $6 donation. Somewhere in the many screens, you get a chance to enter a shipping address.) Anyway, I really like the editor, Lauren Dixon, who is like me someone who thinks that science fiction and literature are not mutually exclusive.
*In fact, I have a glucose disorder which is neither diabetes nor hypoglycemia, but which means that once in an extraordinarily long while everything lines up just right in terms of temperature, allergens, when I last ate, how excited I am, how much air is in the room, etc., and my body decides to briefly switch off and reboot. There is no real warning. It can happen in mid-sentence.
More museum today, including a screening of "Aperture," which people seemed to enjoy and identify with. Aside from that, a classic Rocker Box Gasket challenge -- everyone making films in an hour with prompts like "make a war film composed mainly of reaction shots."
I have had another story published -- "The Hungry Child." It's in a literary magazine called Superficial Flesh. In order to read it at the website, you have to register, but this is mainly so they know where you are geographically; I have never gotten an e-mail from them. You can also buy a hard copy for $6. (This is through paypal and slightly confusing; on the website, click "order info" and then "keep us afloat" and make a $6 donation. Somewhere in the many screens, you get a chance to enter a shipping address.) Anyway, I really like the editor, Lauren Dixon, who is like me someone who thinks that science fiction and literature are not mutually exclusive.
*In fact, I have a glucose disorder which is neither diabetes nor hypoglycemia, but which means that once in an extraordinarily long while everything lines up just right in terms of temperature, allergens, when I last ate, how excited I am, how much air is in the room, etc., and my body decides to briefly switch off and reboot. There is no real warning. It can happen in mid-sentence.