Monday Morning Reset [09/04].

It appears that it’ll be a chilly Labor Day out here by Chicago, which is fine by me, as I’ll be working today, anyway (gotta get that sweet, sweet holiday pay). Yesterday was gorgeous, though, the perfect day to finally make it out to one of my favorite places ever, the Bristol Renaissance Faire, right before it closes for the year. Every year, I keep telling myself I’d love to spend a summer working there. Last year, I actually checked it out, and, man, the application and audition process sounds exhausting. One of these years, though, maybe. For now, I think I’ve got more than enough on my plate!

In fact, holiday or not, it’s still Monday, so let’s have a look on exactly what it is on said plate:

Reading: I finally added another book to the “finished” pile, having slogged my way through the more dry and technical parts of The Pointe Book, which was a bit of a trip down memory lane to my dancer days, even if the book is probably not a strong recommendation for more recreational reading. Finishing up The Corpse Walker by Liao Yiwu will likely be the next one tackled; it’s been such a swift and fascinating and inspiring read! And this week, I cracked open Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt, a story of AIDS and loss in the 1980s with a wonderful title and a very pretty cover. It’s beautiful so far, so I’m really excited to see where it leads me.

Writing: I’ve finally gotten my focus together to start digging into submissions for this year’s World Unknown Review; I’m about 60 submissions away from beating last year’s numbers, so I really have to hit the streets and start spreading the word if I want to get to the same level. Even if it creates more work for myself, I always feel more accomplished if I snag more submissions than the year before! So please spread the word if you can as well. The more people I’m able to reach, the more diverse the review can be! Deadline is October 31st, so there’s still plenty of time!

I’m plugging away at transcribing “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Misplace.” I’ve had a bit of a crisis as my Microsoft Office subscription ran out and I don’t feel like renewing it (that’s $60 better spent paying my WUR authors!), but a lot of people on Facebook suggested good old Google Docs, and it’s been working very well, I think. One less thing to worry about! I started up a new story for a potential submission into Zimbell House‘s upcoming “Second Chances” anthology about angels, and I’m digging it so far. I’m really try to be better about finishing one story a week, but it never works out the way I hope. Today’s day one and I’m already three pages in, though, so that’s a good sign.

All quiet on the submission front, so I’m sitting at my 8 acceptances and 81 rejections for the year. I’m trying to be better about contacting publishers I haven’t heard back from in a while to do a bit of housekeeping, and I know there’s a few I should be hearing back from soon (fingers crossed!). I also noticed that Less Than Three Press (whose website I have not been stalking, shut up!) has started accepting pre orders for To the Victor, their tournament anthology that includes my short story “Pipsqueak,” to be released on November 15th! Finally! So that definitely puts a little pep in my writerly step. November 15th still seems so far away, though!

‘Rithmatic: I got my first schedule for next week, my first week as the new coffee supervisor and buyer at work, a nice, hefty 46-hour work spread over six days (meaning I’ll have just one day off). That’s going to be quite the jump from the 29-hour, four-day week I have this week, so I plan to fully enjoy it as best I can before the chaos hits. Just gotta keep that eye on that pay raise! Especially with apartment hunting looming on the horizon. Our lease isn’t out until December here, so we don’t really want to start looking until October, because even with the pay raises that both my boyfriend and I are getting now, juggling two apartments for more than a month or two would just be gross and stressful. But we’re anxious and excited. New jobs, new apartment, new perspective on everything. We’re just so ready for it, but we must be patient. Good thing I’ll probably be so busy next week that I won’t have time to be impatient!

And, hopefully, wherever we end up, we won’t have a downstairs neighbor like the one we have now, who is blasting very loud rap music to invade into my previously peaceful and quiet morning!

Happy reading!

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Monday Morning Reset (On a Tuesday) [08/29].

I had every intention in the world of getting a post up yesterday. I had the whole day off, so I figured there was no excuse to not get it finished, but, it would seem, my computer had different ideas. When I bought this laptop about a year ago, I bought it because it was cheap and cute. The biggest downfall was that it had a small internal memory, but I was thinking, hey, I just use it for writing and internet stuff, how much memory do I need?

Apparently, a whole lot more than I expected, even with the addition of an external harddrive where I put all my games and photos now. So yesterday, which was supposed to be productive, turned into a Cleaning out the Computer because it’s really lame to only be able to use Chrome for two seconds before I get memory error messages. So far, it’s been working pretty well since the clean-up (knock on wood), so here’s my chance to do my update today.

Reading: I’m so very, very close to finishing The Pointe Book; I’ve gotten into the Injuries chapter, so it read liked a goddamn horror novel. Foot injuries are gross, y’all. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is getting there, too, but I know I’ve been saying that forever. Still, the end is near, the end is close. Since those are both nonfiction books about to be finished, I wanted to have my next one be nonfiction as well, so I’ve started reading A Mended and Broken Heart: The Life and Love of Francis Assisi by Wendy Murray, because I need to read more biographies, and my Catholic upbringing has installed quite a fascination for the saints in me.

Writing: Two rejections came in last week, bringing me to a nice rounded 80 for the year so far. Only 20 more to go until 100! No new acceptances, which means if I don’t get one soon, I’ll be behind for my hope of having an average of one acceptance per month, but there’s at least two that I hope to hear back from soon, with fingers crossed that they’re acceptances. Only way to know is to just wait and see, I guess.

I’ve been getting the itch to work on Rosewood Manor again, an itch that only seems to grow stronger the closer we get to October, but, really, I’ve just been trying to get some new stories out. But I think I’m in a little bit of a creative drought at the moment. I’ve just got to keep plugging on, though, because even when I think I’m in a drought, as long as I keep trying, I always come up with surprising new stories I wasn’t expecting, like “Lilacs” or “Little Magpie by the Sea” or “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Misplace.” My problem is when I try too hard. It’s when I just let things flow and not try to steer them in a certain direction is when I get the best surprises in my writing.

‘Rithmatic: It’s official, by the way. I got the promotion at work, which means going back to full time, which hopefully means me focusing on my writing more efficiently. Classic Workaholic. I do my best work when I know I don’t have a lot of time to do it in. I’m going to have to adjust to a completely different schedule, but I’m really interested to see how this works out for me. I think I just really needed a change of pace to stir things up a bit. Really good feelings heading into this, and a significant pay raise doesn’t hurt, either!

That’s all for now! I’ve got a few other things to catch up on after yesterday’s struggles, so we’ll keep it short(ish) and sweet today.

Happy reading!

Monday Morning Reset [08/21].

Have you ever had a week that just sort of feels like a bust? I know I’m my own harshest critic, but I definitely feel like I’ve had one of those weeks. It really wasn’t all that bad, though, which is why I do these Monday reset posts. It forces me to look at empirical evidence that proves that my gut feeling is actually wrong sometimes. I might feel like I’ve had a shit week for a multitude of reasons, but things still happened, things still got done. Maybe not a lot of things, but it just shows that the week wasn’t a complete bust, at least.

Let’s see what I mean.

Reading: I didn’t get around to finishing a book this week, which is seemingly par for the course these days and I’m super behind on my goal, but it’s not like I’m not making headway. I’ll get there, and, really, I’m reading, and that’s the important part. What’s the worst that could happen just because I didn’t hit a reading goal besides a stab at my pride? I’m just excited to be discovering as many bright new voices as I am. This week, I picked up Holly Black’s The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, which had me intrigued by the title and drew me in pretty well with the first chapter. It’s not my favorite style in the world, but I’m enjoying it all the same.

A few new stories came in for the next volume of the World Unknown Review, which has got a pretty good showing for not doing much advertising yet. We’re still a far shot away from the amount of submissions we got last year, though, so please send some stories my way! You can find out more on submissions page, and then come help make Volume IV the best volume yet!

Writing: And I think this is the crux of my misguided frustrations right here. The writing world has been absolutely silent. No new acceptances. No new rejections. No new reviews or really much of anything else. It’s so frustrating that these weeks can happen, even when you have more than 30 stories sent out. I’m running out of material to send out; I can’t work fast enough to produce more content, it seems, though I do have two stories I’ve been trying to get typed up and edited. I’m getting better about making time for them, but this week, I was just so…distracted. Not a good excuse, I know, but there’s been a lot going on for me.

‘Rithmatic: Which segues nicely into this section. I feel like my writing has been suffering a little because I’m so distracted with real world stuff. My interview for my promotion is coming up on Thursday, and even though everyone’s saying I’m a shoe-in, I hate taking anything for granted. I’m only up against one other candidate, but I’m low-key, under-the-surface nervous as shit. If I don’t get this position, it’s going to be absolute hell on my self-esteem, because that would just show how badly I fucked up the interview.

And it’s hot and humid again, which brings out the pests in our apartment and we’ve got mice again. Trying to keep that under control is stressing my boyfriend out, which then stresses me out, so we’re both feeling the tension. And we know that the last time we called our landlord about this, they acted all sanctimonious, like there couldn’t possibly be anything wrong with the building, it’s clearly a tenant problem, and I’m all, bitch, we live on the third floor. If we have mice and cockroaches (thankfully none of the latter right now because we took measures against it last year) and fruit flies, you can bet that the apartments below us have problems, too, they’re just not fucking saying anything, because when someone says anything, you brush it the fuck off. There’s also been some other issues with the management of this place that has lead us to being certain we want to move out when our lease ends in December. We’re both making more, so we can afford something that isn’t the bottom of our budget anymore, hopefully a nicer place with better management, because this place is pretty shitty. But, budget-wise, we can’t even really start looking until October, which means one more month of this place, when all we want is to get out now. Blech.

SO we’ve just got this discordant feeling right now, out of place, waiting, hands tied for the moment but itching to do something. It’s frustrating and it puts me on edge and it makes it hard for me to focus on my writing. I did, however, get a chance to go down to the Art Institute for a little art day, and that helped, and I got a much-needed 10 mile hike in, too.

Sometimes, you just have to set all the work stuff aside for a little bit and focus on a little self-care. And then you have to convince yourself that it’s okay (and that, for me, is the hard part).

Monday Morning Reset [08/14].

I really am a workaholic. I’ve come to accept and sometimes embrace this. Last week really felt like some good evidence of this. Last week, I had worked eight days in a row, and those eight days were probably some of my most productive days in recent memory. Still not as productive as I would have liked, but considering how exhausted I figured I’d be, that’s pretty good. And then as soon as the two days off I had following it hit, boom, back to lazy. I thrive best when I’ve got too much stuff on my plate; I think I just end up valuing the time more, like, I know I’m not going to have a lot of time to do this, so I have to do it now or it won’t get done. When I’m not working as much or I have the day off, I tend to procrastinate, oh, I’ll just do this later, there’s plenty of time!, and then I get lazy and it doesn’t get done. Hormones and stress might be a factor, too, but I’m on 30 hours weeks for the next few weeks, and already, the laziness has started to creep in. Even if I don’t get this promotion (apparently, a lot of other people are interested, so I’ve got more competition than I was expecting; everyone’s telling me it’s still pretty much in the bag for me, but I don’t like taking things like that for granted), I really hope they’ll consider moving me to full time, words I never thought I’d be saying. But I just do so much better with myself when I’m forced to make the hours I have count.

Last week is honestly a bit of a blur, as a lot of my weeks seem to have been lately, so that’s why I’m glad to sit down and force myself to look back on what I did. Maybe it just felt like I got a lot done because I was so busy. Who know? Let’s see.

Reading: No books finished this week, though I made some good headway on some of them. I should really focus on finishing up The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks and The Pointe Book this week. I’ve finally added The Ruins by Scott Smith to the pile. I’ve been eyeing it for a while, and I guess this morning was finally the day I cracked it open. I’m a little bummed out because Monstrous Regiment fell in the toilet (don’t ask), and i was getting pretty close on that one! But the book was ruined, so I have to find time to swing by Half-Priced Books to see if they’ve got a used one I can pick up on the cheap.

There’s a new story for you all to read on the website, though! August’s featured story from World Unknown Review is up, so if you haven’t had a chance to read Nick Manzolillo‘s charming “A Good One,” I suggest you go do so now. It’s short, but really neat, and sure to strike a familiar chord with fellow writers.

Writing: Due to a broken flash drive, I lost a lot of my transcribing progress on “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Misplace,” which was frustrating, but I’m going to strive to catch up to where I was and finish typing it this week. And then there’s the matter of finding a home for it. Only one rejection this last week, putting my current total to 78, no new acceptances, but Two Eyes Open, with my short story “Ursula,” did release recently.

Last week, I started a potential story for Fantasia Divinity‘s Autumn Harvest anthology, decided through the week of working on it that I kind of hated it, so this morning I’m putting it aside and trying a different one for the same anthology. I doubt I’ll finish it in the eleven days before the deadline, but it’s always worth a try. I’ve surprised myself with deadlines before, so I’ll always make the effort. Lately, my inspiration for new stories has been a little abysmal, I have to admit. I think it’s a side effect to having so many stories out in the ether right now, so many tales that I really love that I’m just not hearing back on, and it’s mildly driving me nuts. So many good stories out there, their potentially (currently) untapped…

‘Rithmatic: Not much else going on in other fields of my life. I keep wanting to pick up drawing again, but have just been too lazy. I worked for eight days straight and then went on an Age of Empires binge that I…slightly regret. I did a lot of housekeeping stuff, though, so it’s okay. I also finally decided to dig into Twin Peaks last night. Got in the first episode and, shit, man, it is so good. I knew I’d like it from everything I know about it, but it still managed to exceed my expectations. I’m in for a really wild ride coming up, aren’t I?

And that’s about it. I’m a little behind on my stuff today, but I have tomorrow off and will hopefully manage to not just squander it off as I have the last few days (under the feeling that I deserve it…eight days in a row, man. Gross). I think I’m just really tired this morning, which is coloring my day in a tired way. Maybe I just need more coffee. That definitely always helps. Or, hey, maybe an acceptance rolling my way. That certainly helps!

Monday Morning Reset [08/07].

Well, I’m about to enter the second half of my long eight-day work streak, so the past four days have been a little bit of a blur (having a shark-related “Big Damn Event” in Fandom High didn’t help, either). So things have been a little whirlwindy for me this past week, and it’s still a little weird for me to believe that it’s actually Monday already. Like, where did last week go? And even though it feels like a blur, I know I got some stuff done, so it definitely happened. It just happened in a bit of a fog.

Let’s take a moment and break it down a bit, so that hopefully we’ll be going into this week with the fog cleared up a little.

Reading: I didn’t get a chance to finish anything new this week, and I think I’ll focus on The Pointe Book, which is nearly finished but getting into all the technical training aspects of pointe, and The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which only has a few more chapter left. And I’ve started rereading D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover because it’s been a while and why not? I’d forgotten how pretentiously pompous the introduction to this version is, though. Made for a few good wry snorts this morning.

Writing: Two rejections came in from last time, bumping my total up to 77 so far. But last week brought the release of Two Eyes Open from Mackenzie Publishing, which includes my short story, “Ursula,” about a man looking to save the love of his life from an institution holding her against her will. Or so it seems. If you get the chance to check it out, it would be greatly appreciated!

Some more progress has been made on getting “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Misplace” typed up, but it’s going to need a lot of editing before it’s ready to be sent out. And this week’s new story will hopefully be a submission to an anthology by Fantasia Divinity Magazine about dragons.

I’m a bit late on getting the next Featured Story up and ready to go, but hopefully I’ll get that pull off in the next few days. In the meantime, hop over and enjoy Max D. Stanton‘s The Hero of Madgeburg” for free while you still can! And speaking of World Unknown Review stuff, there are 84 days left until the deadline for Volume IV, so get those submissions in soon!

‘Rithmatic: I’ve officially applied for the supervisor position in my department at work, but it’ll be a few more weeks before anything there gets set into motion. The boyfriend has started his bartending job and he’s absolutely loving it so far, so yay! With the eight day streak, I haven’t had much time to do anything else, though we did get to make it to karaoke on Saturday (I managed to get two in, “Ballroom Blitz” and “What I Got“), so that was definitely fun. Something like that in the middle of my long week is probably helping me not feel too overwhelmed so far.

That’s about it right now. Like I said, it’s been kind of a blurry week, and time marches on. I’m just trying to keep my eyes on the weekend, when I’ll finally get a break from the monotonous drone of my super fun job…

Happy reading!

Monday Morning Reset [07/31].

Tomorrow is August. That’s so crazy to me, how did we get here so fast? But time is funny like that, especially when you start living your life with a pretty set routine day to day, so that it all just kind of blurs by you like cars on the highway. August is pretty big for me, though. It’s the month where I lament my complete inability to get Fearless out on time for another year, and when I start really turning my focus onto the World Unknown Review, to tempt in as many submissions as I can because the October 31st deadline will be here sooner than we realize, and it’s time to really start digging into the submissions I’ve received so far and making some tough decisions on the direction I’d like Volume IV to take. We’ve received a lot of stuff so far (very heavy on the poetry this year, actually, so I’d love more prose coming my way), so I’m excited to be switching into editor mode.

On the other fronts, here’s what I’ve got going on:

Reading: I managed to finally finish Brandon Graham’s Missing People, which I liked on quite a few levels though it really dragged toward the end. I also killed the latest volume of Pulp Modern, which includes my story “Lady of the Mask.” Honestly, though, it didn’t really do it for me. There were some good ideas and some stand-out stories, but most of it was really underwhelming and unremarkable, if I’m being completely honest. Kind of a disappointment. It was good to knock out not just one book, but two, after I haven’t managed to get through many. This week, I’ll probably try to finish up Wicked, or (more likely) Monstrous Regiment. And the book I’ve started this week is Scott O’Dell’s Island of the Blue Dolphins, which I’ve never read before and should be a quick one to help boost up my pitiful yearly total so far.

Writing: The last few days have been pretty quiet on the writing front, but the beginning of the week was marked with a deluge of rejections that kind of stung a little bit, especially since one was on a story I was really hoping would make some headway. No such luck. Four rejections in about three days. Ooof. But I’m at 75 now, the three-quarters mark, which seems fitting for heading into August. Acceptances still sitting at 8, which, at least if I don’t get anything accepted in the month of August, still keeps me in line for a new publication a month, which is a pretty decent track record at this point in my career.

I’m going to try to finish a story for 3Elements, since today is their deadline and I’m almost finished with a piece for them. I’m not going to let myself stress out about it, though, because I’ve vowed to not stress about deadlines for non-paying magazines. Missing paying deadlines for stories I’ve started? That I can feel bad about. I also started a story for another Less than Three Press anthology. The deadline for that isn’t until November, but they are a paying publisher, and they pay exceptionally well, and they’re looking for really longform stories, so I know if I don’t start now, I’ll probably not finish it in time. They picked up my story “Pipsqueak” last year, and I’ve really enjoyed working with them, so hopefully this is a solid start to another great story for their collection. I also really want to get “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Misplace” typed up soon. The same with the tentatively titled “Hartson Manor,” but that story is going to need a lot of work before it’s ready to be sent out. I need to start typing Fearless in earnest, too. I’ve just been awful at time management lately. I’ve been really craving getting back to Serpent in a Cage, too. Ugh! So many stories, so little time. Well, okay, probably plenty of time, but so little time management!

‘Rithmatic: Speaking of time management, I mentioned this last week, but I have accepted a promotion at work that will be a little more demanding and put me back on full time, which, interestingly, I think will be beneficial to my work with words. I could be completely wrong, but I do know that when my full time stint ended and I went back to part time, I absolutely hated it. I didn’t utilize my time at all, I just got lazy, and I think it’s because I knew I had more time to squander away. I am definitely a workaholic, and I found myself to be way more productive when I was working full time, like even subconsciously I knew that my days off were precious and few so I had to make the most out of them. We’ll see. I’m starting full time again next week, but I won’t be taking my supervisor duties until September, so there will be a good adjustment period. My schedule’s going to change a little, too, but I’m okay with it. Maybe my routine is stuck in a rut, and that’s not helping. Shaking it up a little might be just what I need.

Also, today is my boyfriend’s first day working at the bar in our place of employment! He’s making the switch from a different department, and I’m so excited for him. He’s part of my team now, which is kind of cool (my team is the best team, but I guess I am biased. Seriously, though, everyone on that team is super cool), it’s a good raise in pay, he’s going to earn tips now on top of the raise (and the bar makes good tips, way better than we do at the coffee bar!), and I think it’s just a really good fit for him. He’s got a great personality for bartendering, even if all I can picture is Dennis Reynolds:

And that’s it for this morning! I have a few days off before having to go into an intense eight days on (ahhh, summer, when everyone takes vacations and the schedules get all thrown out of whack), so I’m determined to enjoy them and get lots done. Today I’ll probably stop by work to see how the BF is doing in his new digs and make him pour me a drink, and then it’ll hopefully be plenty of typing and cleaning and Breath of the Wild-ing. It’ll be a good day.

Happy reading, everyone!

An Interview with Max D. Stanton [WUR 2016].

We’re a bit late in the month for this (I feel like I’ve said that a lot this year…oh well!), but I am very pleased to have had the chance to finally “sit down” with July’s featured author, Max D. Stanton, author of this month’s Featured Story from the World Unknown Review Volume III, “The Hero of Madgeburg.” The more I discover the horror genre, through both my own writing and my reading experiences, I grow increasingly impressed with the wide range of possibilities, the way a good horror story can tap into so many of the typical conventions of the genre, yet still bring something new to the table. That’s the sort of story “The Hero of Madgeburg” is; that’s the sort of author Max D. Stanton is. Have a seat, get comfortable, and read on to see what I mean.



L.S.E.: So, who is Max D. Stanton?

M.D.S.: Just a morbid oddball trying to craft some quality horror fiction.

 

Your story, “The Hero of Madgeburg,” is probably my favorite out of the World Unknown Review this year. It hooked me right away, since I’m a sucker for historical fiction, and then there was no chance of escaping once we got into the more mysterious, occult aspects of it. What was your inspiration for Jan’s dismal tale?

I’m flattered that “Hero” was your favorite, given what a strong collection it was! I thought that “A Comedy of Edwards” had terrific character work, and that “A Good One” was just splendid.

I started writing “The Hero of Magdeburg” around the time that the first season of True Detective came out, so the idea that time is a flat circle was spinning in my head. The thought of suffering the same fate eternally without hope of reprieve is so powerful and terrifying. You see it in some of the Greek conceptions of Hell, with Sisyphus and Prometheus. I wanted to tap into that vein of horror.

One of my favorite aspects of the story are the grimy, dirty, visceral visuals, and how each one took me to a different level of grotesque. It made me think of some real heavy metal shit. Do you think that’s a fair comparrison? Am I right to assume that you’ve got to be a fan of the genre?

There’s a lot about heavy metal imagery that appeals to me, but I’m far more into country-western and folk. There’s a spare, haunting, southern gothic element to a lot of country music that I just love, and I appreciate the storytelling that a lot of the best country artists work into their songs. The song that the drowned woman’s corpse sings in “The Hero of Magdeburg” is meant to be sung to the tune of “Mary of the Wild Moor,” a chilling murder ballad by the great Louvin Brothers.

“The Hero of Madgeburg” taps into a lot of different mythology and historical details. Did you do a lot of research into these details, or did they mostly develop organically from the original idea?

The mythology was fairly familiar to me from a lifetime of horror fiction and Dungeons & Dragons, but I did research the Thirty Years’ War and the destruction of Magdeburg. When it comes to absolute brutality and madness, it’s very hard to think of anything worse than human history.

Who would you cast in the roles of your characters if you were in charge of a film version of your story?

Jan: Mads Mikkelsen. I’ve had a weird crush on him since Hannibal.
Maiden: Emma Watson
Mother: Laura Dern
Crone: Character actress Margo Martindale.
Devil (voice): Mark Hamill, the clown prince of voice acting.

A crush on Mad Mikkelsen in Hannibal is not weird at all. Or, at least you’re in good weird company. Have you read any good books lately?

I was blown away by Philip Fracassi‘s Behold the Void. Masterful character work and pacing. I’ve also been re-reading William Gresham‘s Nightmare Alley for the fifth time or so. It’s an absolute classic, I never get tired of it.

Do you have a method for your writing? If so, what’s it like?

I don’t know that I’ve got a method, but there’s three writing tips that I try to keep in mind. A ghost story is never about the monsters – it’s about the people who are haunted. Every character should want something. And every story should include at least a glimpse of beauty.

What’s next for Max D. Stanton?

I’ll be attending NecronomiCon in August, which is always a treat. And I’ve got plenty more story ideas kicking around inside my head trying to get out.

Where can we find more of your work?

I’ve published stories in Subcutaenous Magazine #2-3, Sanitarium Magazine #34, Disturbed Digest #8, and the Candlesticks & Daggers and Under a Dark Sign anthologies. I’ve also got a couple of pieces on the horizon that I’m very excited about. My story “The Black Dog” is forthcoming in Hinnom Magazine, and my story “The Voyage of the Jericho” will be published in Lovecraftiana!

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And there we have it! I’d like to thank Max for taking the time to chat a little about his writing, his story, and his influences, and I definitely look forward to see more work from this talented and engrossing author in the future. And thank you, too, readers, for taking the time to get to know him a little better along with me.

Happy reading!