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RIGOR AMORTIS, anthology; "I Fall To Pieces"

...Just stoked as hell to be sharing a Table of Contents with Armand Rosamilia and Wendy Wagner. Check it out...

BLACKGUARD 1: Fathers And Sons accepted for publication by Wildside Press.

Not much time to blog, though more than usual. Josh Lay is coming over, and we are having a "safety meeting" about the upcoming Rilly Big Shew #2 at the Blue Monk Sept. 27th, doors@8, shew@9, $5 cover, 21 w/i.d. The bill so far reads: ARLO STONE. KRISTINE LEVINE. JUSTIN HANES. JOSH LAY. THE DAN COSSETTE(tm). DON FROST. And yours truly.

But more immediately on my mind are Wildside Press, who just accepted the first novel in my BLACKGUARD series for publication.

They publish Robert Silverberg, and Damien Broderick, among many other SF Titans. Damien was the bloke who made this happen.

I must, of necessity, for my number-one fan, point out that Wildside are a niche market for writers. I do my own promotions, there is no advance, and the royalties are modest. They run "print-on-demand."

However, the reason I am doing cartwheels is that, contrary to Stephen Brust's famous line, exposure is not always something you die of in the Arctic. I see Wildside books flying around at every convention I go to, and many of these people, Damien and others, have shown me great kindness and support. (R.I.P. George Scithers)

I am so very glad that BLACKGUARD has found a home. The story, simply put, is larger than myself. It is a kind of shared vision among every bouncer who ever wore a black "ugly-shirt" at Club Panorama in Portland. The location and nature of the club made many of us think in Science Fiction out on the door/floor. And nowhere was that better exemplified than in the several bouncers who made me their chronicler. Their eyes. While I was making myself into my own.

I can hear the Old Man now:"Quit humping my leg, heathen." I will, just a minute.
Despite being untreated for some very terrible things, and shirttail-poor, my time at Panorama was one of the best times in my life. I got to learn what a real man looked like, and how to act like one. (Saw a couple of real women out on the floor, too, running out drunks that were three times their size.)

This is a regurgitation of many speeches from Shawn and Finn, but people who come to that trade have a lot to give back, and they're good at it because they can think like criminals/Fuckquanauts*. "It's like putting wings and a halo on a demon and getting them to play for the other team..."

This story belongs to Shawn, Finn, Jim, Les, Drew, just as much as me. Beyond that, it belongs to Kisha, Cowboy, Bill, Loki, Kio, Rick, Lisa, K.C., Heather, Old Bob,Big & Tasty, Shance Smith, Jereme Ruhl, Erika Hoffmeister our android cigarette-girl :), and all the staff, especially the R.I.P. for Uncle Nick on the dedication page.

So much more to say, but so much more to do first. There are a lot of other good things happening, but I can't blog about them yet. Much. Stay tuned for further bulletins from this station, after these messages...

*Fuckquanaut= The kind of person who is so intoxicated that no matter what you ask them to do, they reply:"Fuck!Why not?"

"Rejection Letter"

Big Pulp just ran a rejection letter I got quite a while back. It's a good story. You might like it...