My flash "Where Are We Going" (slight nod to Joyce Carol Oates) is out in issue 25 of BENDING GENRES, along with some flash by great writers, quite a few of them friends. Can't wait to dig in to the issue. The flash was inspired by Meg Tuite, and a prompt from her in a workshop, "Let each sentence ride its own bus."
Looked around for a free picture of a bus to accompany my facebook post, and found this beauty, courtesy of Juan Encalada on Unsplash.
Maybe I'll write a post some day about what it's like to work at a literary magazine. Short version: right now, not great. The stressful edit of a couple of weeks ago became infinitely more stressful. The contest requires a lot of reading as we near selection of the longlist. At least I've been stealing time to work on THE LUNATICS' BALL, which is progressing beautifully. I've been producing new work and revising old work. My concussion and injuries are almost healed. And I can celebrate this flash today.
Later: I'm looking over an essay and some micros that we just accepted and I'm thrilled with them. As I was with the difficult edit, before everything went south. I've been so proud of the CNF we've published. Really there are great rewards to my editorial position, and we have a new EIC I love working with. So there's all that too.