...along with Kanye West. Check out what Jeremy D. Brooks has to say on the subject. Personally, I think Kanye is an ass and I hope nobody buys his steaming pile of dog shite book. (sorry...wasn't going to go there)
So I lived in the land of short stories and flash fiction for the month. Five short stories (ranging from just above flash length to 3K), four flash fictions (two are for a "secret" project), and nada on anything longer. It felt like I'd found an old friend again, writing all those shorts.
But it's the house I want to talk about--er, summer. (sorry, I was quoting "House Taken Over" by Julio Cortázar...one of my favorite stories of all time)
I want to start laying the pieces for a horror novel for an adult audience. At this point, it feels like climbing freakin' Everest without those nice Sherpas to help. The ideas are swilling around, but I probably need to mash some together to make the plot novel-worthy. I want to outline the darn thing by the end of June (and write at least two shorts), then set to writing during the long, hot trek that is July in these parts.
That's my goal.
In the meantime, if I were to choose cover art for a collection of my short fiction, I would go "David Sedaris" (um, his latest book featured a piece by Van Gogh), and use this:
Head of a Drowned Man by Théodore Géricault
