I haven't been blogging for a long time. I've been on a steady glide these days. There are so many publication news to share, so many rejections, so many ambitious works-in-progress, so many exciting developments in my personal life (for lack of a better term), so many highs and lows that they will exhaust me to even begin documenting them. I sit nine to ten hours a day in front of a computer, and things happen.
But this publication news is different. Fuselit's precious Contraption issue is released today. To say that it's awesome is like saying that the discovery in 1938 of a living specimen of the coelacanth (which was long thought to be extinct) is just another day for science nerds.
This brainchild of Kirsten Irving and Jon Stone of Sidekick Books is exquisite down to the golden box. The last time my work was included in a publication that was as beautifully produced as this was in Dotdotdash's Jukebox issue. Yes, I'm a sucker for themed issues.
This issue of Fuselit contains the following prose poem of mine, plus loads of excellent stuff from other writers and artists. I can't remember how long ago this was written. I can't remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Reading it again today felt good, really good, coelacanth-level good. I'm proud of it even if it sounded as if it were written by a stranger. A screenshot from the web content here.
The Drone Outside
Meditations of a Beast
Age of Blight
A Roomful of Machines
We Bury the Landscape