“Damsel in Distress.”

Who doesn’t love a good bit of publishing news? I am pleased to announce that my short story, “Damsel in Distress,” is now available in the latest issue of Phantaxis magazine, which can be purchased in on Amazon. Phantaxis is a fairly new magazine out of Canada (this is only its second issue, the first issue having appeared just last month), and I’m very excited to be a part of it so close to its inception. Theirs is an ambitious and impressive goal, to bring readers a magazine chock-full of great science fiction and fantasy every month, which makes me wonder how they ended up being suckered into publishing my drivel.

I kid, I kid. “Damsel in Distress” is a pretty good story, if I do say so myself, though I suppose I am a little biased. Written for an anthology that ultimately rejected it, I’m glad its finally found a home with someone who can appreciate its whimsy and humor. For those of you keeping track or need the encouragement to just keep persistently submitting, I brushed up and submitted this one six times before Phantaxis graciously picked it up. It tells the story of a disenfranchised old knight named Leopold who goes on one last quest in the hope to finally establish his glory and his love, though things turn out quite a bit different for him in the end.

The story is a humor piece, which is always interesting, because humor is such a varied thing. What one finds hilarious, another could find to be completely stupid, so I’ve always found humor to be exceptionally difficult and have oodles of respect for people who pull it off well (there’s a reason Terry Pratchett is my favorite writer!). It’s also a straight-up fantasy story, the first one I think I’ve managed to get published outside of my self-published things, which is another thrill for me. When I started writing, it was all fantasy. I wanted to be the next J.R.R. Tolkien, I was all about the dragons and the elves and the princesses, but when I got into college, I began to really explore a lot of other things. Part of this was because genre fiction generally gets a bad rap in academia, but I also enjoyed these other things, too. I really love the idea of being known as a multi-genre writer. As I started to get things going, most of what I’d had success with was horror. I never really considered myself a horror writer, but, hey, it seemed to be working for me, but now I’ve got this fantasy under my belt and another one to be published in an anthology at a still undisclosed date. Twelve year old me who wrote her first epic fantasy novel in the sixth grade is freaking stoked, y’all.

So, if you get the chance, please check out Volume 2 of Phantaxis magazine, be it in print or ebook, because there’s some other great stories in there, too. You’ll be supporting a new, exciting magazine on the fantasy/sci fi rift, and you’ll get to hopefully fall in love with a pottering old knight just trying to do his best.

World Unknown Review Volume III story selections.

Well, folks, all the Ts are crossed and the Is dotted, all the exciting acceptances and the heartbreaking rejections sent out, so I’m pleased to finally be able to announce the list of stories and authors to be appearing in the third annual World Unknown Review, projected to be available on December 15th, 2016.

         “A Comedy of Edwards” by Adam L. Bealby
         “To Catch a President” by James Wylder
         “Lullaby Land” by Sarah Gribble
         “The Scrimshawed Ostrich Egg” by Robert Allen Lupton
         “Stretching Out, Remembering Names” by Ribhu
         “The Hero of Madgeburg” by Max D. Stanton
         “A Good One” by Nick Manzolillo
         “Behind the Eight Ball” by Lena Ng
         “Muffins as Big as Your Head” by Rick Ewing
         “The Story of Ava” by by Karen Heslop

I am so incredibly honored that these authors entrusted their stories to me and have given me the privilege to publish them in the World Unknown Review. This year has exceeded my expectations immensely. One expects a gradual increase in these sort of things, but the difference between year two and year three has been staggering. I received more than one hundred submissions this year over last. From more than ten different countries (I lost count somewhere around fourteen) and five different continents. I have spent the last few months reading a wealth of incredible fiction from so many different voices and perspectives, agonizing over how I could possibly choose just ten. But I did it, and I feel these stories not only represent the best of what I’ve been blessed with reading these past few months, but they’ll also provide a wide variety of topics and styles to appeal to every reader. Here’s to hoping you find a new favorite among these very, very worthy writers.

Dont’ worry, I’ll keep everyone posted on news as it comes up. Until then, happy reading! And congratulations to our WUR 2016 writers!

Work, work.

Titled so because that blasted Hamilton song has been playing on repeat in my head since Saturday evening, but also because I’ve genuinely been getting a lot of work done in these past few days, thanks to an inordinate amount of time off of work-that-actually-pays-me. I can hardly believe it’s already Monday, but I’m happy to recap how my week has been and how it’s going to be going into the next one.

Reading: I did not manage to finish Everything is Illuminated this week as I had hoped, for reasons to be described below, so that means Eating Animals will have to wait for next year, but that’s okay. It’s helpful to know what the first book I’m going to crack open on January 2nd will be. Instead, I started up James Clavell’s King Rat, for no reason other than that it was at the top of a pile. I’ve read it before, but, hey, POW camp at the end of WWII? Why not? I don’t think I’ll get a lot of reading done these next few week anyway, and that’s because…

Waiting on that last acceptance letter be like…

Writing: …I’ll be pretty much balls-to-the-walls on getting World Unknown Review Volume III ready to be published in less than twenty five days. My goal is to publish by December 15th every year. Since I received more than four times as many entries this year as I did for Volume II, I was a few days late in getting all of them read and reviewed. I’ve just sent out all my acceptance letters; I’m still waiting (impatiently, lol) on one more writer, and I’ve still got a handful of rejections to go out still, too, which I’m going to tackle as soon as this post is finished. But that means nearly all of my time is going to be poured into this to get it done on time. And then I can relax.

(Ahahahahaha, okay).

Seriously, though, Volume III is going to be stunning. Each year just continues to blow me away with how lucky I am to have so many great authors trust me with their work. Writing more than 100 rejection letters, the majority of them for stories I genuinely loved, was a little heartbreaking, but, let me tell you, it always puts things firmly in perspective. I’ve also received a lot of really wonderful responses from the rejected writers thanking me for my personal responses that makes all the hard work and the five hours straight I spent on them last night worth every second. So thank you to everyone who submitted this year; I’m already bracing myself for a similar influx (I hope!) next year! Put me to work, guys. Make me sweat!

While we’re on the topic of rejections, I’ve only gotten two since last week, which put me over the fifty mark finally. 51, baby! I haven’t been doing a lot of submissions this last week just because I’ve been so entrenched in WUR stuff, and I’ll continue to be entrenched it until mid-December, so I probably won’t be sending a lot out until after then. I did finally get started on my piece for an anthology I was invited to contribute to, though the deadline isn’t until April so I’m taking it pretty easy, letting it really stretch out and marinate nicely. I’m only three pages in, but it’s already turning out exactly as I hoped it would, perhaps even better.

‘Rithmatic: I woke up this morning with a new phone case on my phone, the water pitcher filter changed, and a pumpkin pie in the fridge. You might be thinking magic Thanksgiving elves, but, no, it’s just my boyfriend was very productive last night while I was sleeping, and he’s really fraeking awesome. We somehow managed to both get Thanksgiving off, so I’m really looking forward to that, though I have to survive two pre-Thanksgiving-at-a-grocery-store shifts before then. Wish me luck! I’m clinging desperately onto my day off today before having to witness the madness (thankfully, working at the coffee bar should make it more bearable. Last year, I worked behind the bakery counter, and it’s all just a cake-filled blur).

Also, I downloaded Roller Coaster Tycoon. This was a bad idea going into a time where productivity is a must, but, let me tell you, after five hours of sending rejection letters, I think I deserve a little midnless park simulation. I just have to remind myself that it’s for after work time. *ahem*

Lastly, we’re getting toward the end of the month, and I haven’t made any book sales yet, which is really sad, but, at the same time, I’ve been too busy to promote them. So, if you’ve got a few minutes and a buck or two in your pocket, head on over to My Books and consider helping a girl out with a single purchase. If you’ve already purchased them all in some capacity already, thank you, you’re my best friend now. But, if you haven’t, all I need is one sale to meet this arbitrary goal I’ve set for myself that’s really ultimately kind of silly, but I’m going to do it anyway.

Thank you!

Happy reading!

An Interview with Adam L. Bealby. [WUR 2015]

I’ve made no secret about my fondness for “Selective Memory,” this month’s Featured Story from Volume II of the World Unknown Review, and I’ve equally enjoyed my interactions with its author, Adam L. Bealby. So I was naturally excited to get around to interviewing him for the feature and getting inside his quirky little brain a bit more. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, too, but you won’t know unless you read on, so please, read on and find out what all the fuss is about.

Let’s start out simply: Who is Adam L. Bealby?

A mild-mannered British mandarin prone to bouts of rash irritability and ill-advised humour. I was in Burger King once when they were running one of those promotional offers where you can win prizes from little stickies attached to the drink containers. I got a large meal and they’d run out of the large promotional drink containers and were using the standard ones instead. Having bought the meal I returned to the counter to explain that I had expected The Incredible Hulk meal, and if they’d run out of large cups could they not give me one of the medium cups so I could get my sticky? The woman on the counter didn’t understand what I was talking about – her English wasn’t particularly great. Back and forth we went, the conversation getting more and more heated, until I said: “Please! Just give me the Incredible Hulk cup! You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry!” Naturally she didn’t get the reference and was harping on about calling security as I beat a hasty retreat. I felt terrible about it afterwards. So yeah, that sort of sums me up!

How did you discover the World Unknown Review, and what inspired you to submit your story, “Selective Memory”?

I stumbled upon World Unknown Review through the excellent The Horror Tree submission resource. It seemed a fit for “Selective Memory” – nice range of diverse stories; generous on word length for submissions.

Horror Tree is fantastic; I’ve found so many great things through it! And so many things have come to me through it, too. Case in point, this story. “Selective Memory” is easily my favorite story in Volume II, and I like it even more each time I read it. It’s so engaging and heartbreaking and unique, as well as very well written. Where did you come up with such a interesting concept and character?

Thank you! I wrote a story yonks ago about someone suffering from synaesthesia, the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body. So you might be able to smell emotions, or hear in a spectrum of colour. “Selective Memory” was inspired by that idea. I had a vague notion of a character who stored their memories outside of themselves, in a physical non-organic memory bank; the details of the story came together around that initial conceit.

Another thing that always gets me about the story is your incredible attention to detail. I feel like nothing is superfluous, every t is crossed, every i dotted. Did you employ any particular methods to keep it all straight, or do you feel it came fairly natural to you?

You can thank the benefits of a good re-write for that one.

A few years ago I was sending off stories as soon as I’d written them. But really you need space to see the story for the words. These days I write a story and then forget about it; abandon it in a drawer a couple of months. It’s amazing when you return to it how snugly you can fit yourself into the reader’s slippers.

“Selective Memory” was a good example of that. Re-reading it I got sucked into the narrative, so much so that I felt sick in my gut at what was happening to Maggie. This is good stuff! I thought. And I wrote it! But then the ending fizzled out a bit. Is that it? But wouldn’t it have worked better if it had ended… like this? Hang on half a mo’, it can end like this! I knew exactly what needed to be done, what superfluous stuff to snip out to make it a leaner beast. I couldn’t have done that standing there in my hob-nailed writer’s boots.

Many of the scenes in “Selective Memory” are hard to get through for being visceral and raw, at least that’s how it was for me, and that’s part of why I love it so much. It felt bold; to me, you took risks with this story that really paid off. Did you feel similarly writing those scenes, or were you able to establish a sort of professional dissonance with them?

I was a little uncomfortable around some of the scenes, I must admit. But a writer’s job is to be bold and fearless and explore new territory. I was a tad worried a prospective publisher might take one look at the first page and think it was rape-fantasy trash. Thankfully, you read on!

I won’t lie; it did cross my mind on that first page, but I always give everything a full chance, and I’m so, so glad I did. Who would play your main characters in a film version of your story?

A younger, female version of Richard Thomas, who played John-Boy in The Waltons.

Right down to the mole! Perfect. Tell us about the last book you read.

The Yiddish Policemen’s Union by Michael Chabon. It’s a sort of literary-noir-steampunk-satire-murder mystery mash-up based on the premise that Jewish refugees established themselves in Sitka, Alaska, instead of founding the State of Israel. There’s a lot of lovely detail to savour and some divisive observations to chew on. Chabon develops his own Yiddish street patois, which I particularly enjoyed.

I need to read some Chabon. He’s been on my list forever. Who are your biggest writing influences and inspirations?

Michael Moorcock, Iain Banks, John Steinbeck, James Joyce. I’m also a comics fanatic. I especially like independent stuff like Roberta Gregory’s Naughty Bits; Carla Speed McNeil’s Finder, and Dave Sim’s Cerebus. Although my guilty secret is that I read far too many G.I. Joe comics!

What’s next for Adam Bealby?

Final edit on a YA urban fantasy novel. And developing a series of stand-alone but subtly interconnected stories about a Ukrainian magician who runs a sort of spiritual detective service called Little Divinities Inc. out of his shop in modern day Nottingham, England. I call it the Dumb Dim Chronicles. You can read the first of the chronicles in Zimbell House Publishing’s Pagan anthology.

Where might we be able to find more of your work?

Numerous anthologies, including Spooked (Bridge House Publishing), Darkness Abound (Migla Press), Once Upon A Scream (HorrorAddicts.net), Sirens (World Weaver Press), rEvolution (MiFiWriters) and Murky Depths magazine.

Many of them are available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Adam-L.-Bealby/e/B01EE49YWW.

You can also catch up with my sporadic ravings at @adamskilad.

Anything else you’d like to add?

Just don’t make me angry, okay?

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Duly noted! I’d like to thank Adam Bealby for taking the time to answer a few questions and for bringing such great stories into the world. Be sure to read his short story, “Selective Memory,” on the Featured Story page if you haven’t already, and check out some of the other great stories that accompany it in the World Unknown Review Volume II if you haven’t already, especially with Volume III right around the corner.

Happy reading!

Going with the Flow.

Maybe one of these weeks, I’ll stop being so proud of my ability to just go with the flow, but it’s not happening yet. It’s a pretty big deal for me to just release my tight grip on wanting to make things go a certain way and instead go with the way the wind blows, but I’ve been consistently pulling it off (with a few hiccups) for a while now, and it still makes me feel all proud inside anyway. It’s not easy. But this week has been another one that required me to just take it one day at a time, and it barely even fazed me. I’m getting pretty good at it. And I’ve had a pretty good week as a result, too.

Reading: I finally finished Galápagos by Kurt Vonnegut, which was a strange experience because I remember liking it so much more the first time I read it. Maybe it’s because I already knew what happened, so the seemingly non sequitur and the divergences and slow pace was less surprising. There are still so many aspects of this book that I really liked, but, the second time around, I felt the story was dragging and it seemed to have lost a lot of its oomph.

The book I started this week was Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf. I have never actually read any Virginia Woolf before, which is a bizarre tragedy, because how do I geFt a Bachelor’s in English without having read Virginia Woolf? So it’s time to remedy that, and I’m only a chapter in and I’m already blown away with the beauty of this woman’s writing. It’s already starting to influence my own in a very delicious way, and I really eager to explore her work more.

And I suspect that I’ll finish Jonathan Safran Foer’s Everything is Illuminated this week. It’s easily the closest to being finished, and I want to finish it because I recently picked up a copy of his Eating Animals, and I’m dying to get to it. But I can’t read two books by the same author at the same time, because I’m weird, and I have to finish Everything is Illuminated before December because I can’t start any new books in December because I’m doubly weird. Hey, we all have our quirks. I just have a lot of them tied into how I read books.

Writing: My check for “The Alley” from the Saturday Evening Post arrived the other day, which was just a really cool moment because it just helps the unbelievable reality of earning money for my stories in real ass journals settle in. Following pretty close after my Less than Three Press anthology news, I received an email from an editor I’ve worked with before about being in a special invitation-only anthology, so I’m pretty stoked about that. It’s my first invitation to an anthology! It definitely fills me with warm fuzzies and it’s helping to prove to me that I can do this, I am doing this, and that momentum is a powerful force. I just hope I can keep riding it out toward even better things.

Weirdly, I was kind of hoping for at least one more rejection before this morning, because that would have put me at a nice even 50. We’re currently sitting at just 49, though. However, this only shows that if I can get 50 by the end of the year with a late start in August, 100 rejections for the full year of 2017 is going to be a cakewalk.

I made the executive decision to cease NaNoWriMo for the year. I’m still going to be working on it (and starting a new one in the series each subsequent year), but not religiously. After two weeks straight of working on it, I just don’t enjoy it anymore. Since it’s Monday, and I’ll start something regardless of what else I have going on, I felt a pure joy in writing this morning that I haven’t been feeling for the past two weeks. Unless it’s a short work that I know I can bang out in a few days, I don’t think I’m designed to stick with one project consistently for an extended period of time. I need distraction, I need to refresh my brain with lots of ideas rather than lock it down to one single idea. When I keep it fresh, I keep it interesting, and it’s more fun for myself. So I’m going to go emphatically with what I enjoy, and that’s being a hot disorganized mess with a million stories going on at once with the vague hope of eventually finishing some of them.

The new story was going to start out as just a little offshoot about a haunted English manor, but it’s since developed (big surprise) into something more. There’s a series I’ve been playing around with in my head for a while, and this feels like a great place to start it. I’m excited to see how it goes, as I’ve tried to start up this series before, but it usually doesn’t go anywhere.

And, of course, I’m mired deep into reading for World Unknown Review Volume III. I’ve almost got my initial reads done, though I’m a little behind if I want to make my selections by the 15th. I’m not going to stress out about it, though, because the fact that I’m as close to the deadlines as I am even with the wild influx of submissions for this year compared to last year (last year I had 36. This year, it’s over 100) is pretty good. I have some strong picks already, but there’s a few that I’m going to have to let go because there’s just not enough room for everyone. And that sucks, but it’s also awesome, because I love knowing how much amazing writing there is out there. Volume III is going to kick some ass, guys.

‘Rithmatic: Earlier I mentioned that it’s been a go-with-the-flow week, and I wasn’t kidding. There was some meeting stuff at work, in addition to some appointments for my boyfriend with a podiatrist about an ingrown toenail. Thankfully, the thing is removed and his recovery is going really well, so everything’s good there. Maybe this week can be a little more normal. I also went out Saturday night after work for some beers with some friends for a birthday, which meant staying up way past my bedtime and eating fries at two am. Thankfully, I had Sunday off to set things back on track, and I rearranged the apartment a little. It’s amazing how shifting some furniture can make a place feel brand new again.

I’m not looking forward to three days in a row at work, but at least I’ve got two days off together after that, and another Sunday off. Sundays off are nice. And neither my boyfriend nor I work on Thanksgiving coming up, which is rare and kind of cool, because we work in a grocery store, and having Thanksgiving off is truly something to be thankful for.

Happy reading, everyone!

When Monday nearly passes you by…

Oh, shit. I was so wrapped up in the new story I started today that I just about nearly forgot to make my Monday post today! I might have completely skipped it out of negligence if I hadn’t received a rejection email and got up to mark it on the board, and it rushed back to me what day it was and all of the wild stuff I have to report to everyone because it’s been an interesting, fantastic week.

I’ll spare you the introductory babble and get right into it, then.

Reading: Though I certainly tried, I didn’t manage to finish Galápagos as I predicted, but I’m in the last part, which is my favorite, so I’m sure it’ll get done this week. I started up a little independant book set around the founding of the church in Scotland that I found in a nearby Goodwill, The Throne of Tara by John Desjarlias, and I’m interested to see how it goes. I’m always proud of my ability to clock an indie book from a mile away, and this one looked pretty interesting from a Chicago ‘burbs publisher.

Writing: As mentioned above, I’ve gotten some rejections this week, but only two, including the one this morning, which brings me up to 46. So close to fifty! The really exciting news, though, is that I’ve gotten to add another tick on my total of acceptances since August 15th, for a grand, shining total of three! I finally heard back from Less than Three Press about an anthology submission with some good news, but it’s still in the works, so I won’t say too much yet. But I will keep everyone informed. I’m really excited, though, because this story was a bit of a challenge for me, and I really grew to love the character, and it also takes place on Aryneth, my big bad epic fantasy world, so it’ll be exciting to start getting some of that world going again.

It’s also a little weird, though, because it’s kind of the biggest contract I’ve had so far, and I’ve only just sent the confirmation email, and so it’s not “official” yet and I worry that spreading the news is going to jinx the opportunity or something. Which is absurd. But that’s the weird thing about this business. It’s like you can’t even grasp that you’ve done something good until you have the actual printed product in your hands, which is usually months and months from the initial acceptance, and, even then, it doesn’t feel real, it doesn’t feel like the success that it is. It certainly has made me hungry for more, though it’s also made me doubt that I’ll ever be this good at anything ever again.

Writing is a dumb career. I fucking love it.

This morning, I took a break from my NaNo to start up a neat little story about an intergalactic battle royale sort of thing; five whole pages, which is a really staggering accomplishment for me. I was on a roll this morning! I almost didn’t want to stop the momentum, knowing I’ll be setting it aside for a while, but I know I’ll be able to pick it back up. I’m behind in NaNo (no big surprise there), or so I assume, because I’m still writing longhand and have no idea what my word count actually is. I’ve started Chapter Two, though, and the challenge of writing it without using any A words is really interesting. More often than not, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be, but, every so often, I write myself into a corner where I have to go back and approach something differently because the only way to write it in the original path is to use “and” or “than” or “about,” something like that. Still, it’s going along well, I’m absolutely loving Jenny and Simon and this little world that’s going to carry me through the next twenty-five books of the series.

Meanwhile, November not only means miring myself in NaNo, but it also means reading through all the World Unknown Review submissions. I’m still blown away by the fact that I’ve received more than 100 submissions for Volume III. I think I got 36 last year. That’s a huge surge, and really exciting, and very promising, and already I’m flailing my arms because there’s too many good stories and not enough spots. And I still have about 30 more to go. I’m hoping to have them all read and selected by November 15, which was a good goal to have when I had less than 40 stories to read, but I’ll be really proud of myself if I pull it off with more than 100.

‘Rithmatic: Not a whole lot to report on with other things, either. I’m kind of loving this warm November weather we’re having, I’m not going to lie, but that’s just because I’m okay with putting off Chicago winter for a bit longer. I’ve been wrapped up in sweaters a lot still, and enjoying some nice cinnamon apple cider! Money has been stressing me out like crazy; I may have mentioned this last week, where something got messed up with the tips we receive at work. Now, I never want to take my tip money for granted; I haven’t always had jobs where we can accept tips, so I’m really grateful to have them and I’d understand if, for whatever reason, we couldn’t do them anymore. But I’ve gotten into the habit for a year now of using that money for groceries, and my budget is always tighter than dick skin, man, so no tips means no groceries, no food, no meal prep, all scraping the bottom of the barrel and dipping my bank account below where I’d like it to be because, of course, this is the week where I run out of contact lens solution, cat food, kitty litter, and other bigger, more expensive items that I don’t have to get as often. But they’ve finally got it all worked out and I have money again so I can breathe and find something else to be super stressed out about, like my boyfriend possibly having to get an ingrown toenail taken care of. Eesh.

So, how’s everyone else been doing? NaNos going along nicely? Any particular successes or failures to share? I’ll just be sitting here waiting for Wednesday, which is my next day off that I fully expect to be filled with productivity and awesomeness!

Oh, and because it’s the start of the month, you’ll have to forgive me for including a wee bit of begging in today’s post. I’ve been lucky the past few months by having some sales right out the gate with my books, but November has not been so cooperative in that respect. So, if you haven’t already at some point, please hop over to My Books page and consider purchasing one of the lovely volumes you see there. All of the ebook versions are only 99 cents, though I hope the print versions are considered reasonable as well. I strive to sell one book per month (a lofty goal, I know!), so one click’s all I need. Thank you!

Happy reading!

New Featured Story for November!

In general, I try not to show too much preference between one World Unknown Review story and another. I have the esteemed privilege of receiving dozens and dozens of great stories every year, more and more as the review gains momentum. But sometimes a story come along that makes me want to break that restraint and blatantly declare it my favorite, a story that makes me wonder if I should establish a sort of Editor’s Choice, because it’s really that good, it has blown me away entirely, and makes me feel almost a little unworthy to be the lucky one that got to publish it first.

Selective Memory, by Adam L. Bealby, the new Featured Story for November, is such a tale. I present it with the warning that it might not be for the faint of heart, but if you can handle a dose of the disturbing, you won’t be disappointed. This story has stuck with me like glue since I first opened up the submission last year and poured into something that wasn’t only an excellent example of solid technique and language, but also a stirring, heartbreaking punch-in-the-gut about memory and loss and the things we tell ourselves to survive.

It tells the story of Maggie Mayhew, a young woman with an interesting psychological disease that compromises her short term memory. She’s developed an interesting system to help her cope with everyday life (something I, as a person who clings to routine, can relate to!). But what happens when something is introduced into the system that shakes everything up, and how can she tell if this departure in routine is for good or bad? Go read the story in the Selective Memory”>Featured Story tab and find out. And I hope you love it as much as I do.

Also, completely unrelated and I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, buuuut…

CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!! THEY DID IT, THEY DID IT!!
(What a time to be alive! Especially alive in Chicago!!!)