So it's very strange feeling, getting acceptances and rejections for things you barely remember creating, or even sending out. I need to get in a solid dose of creativity sometime soon, before I forget how to do it. It seems like that belongs to another life of mine, another world in which my mind used to reside. I got an acceptance for a piece of art I sent as the cover of Broken Mirrors. After I got the acceptance I had to go look at the art again. I thought, hey, that's pretty neat, and I wondered, am I supposed to think that? This is art I created, shouldn't there be some deeper recognition of the work and the inspiration?

I've grown to great dislike of the bar exam.

I have a new chapbook out: Beast. You can find it over at Sam's Dot Publishing.

I got my contracts from HPL on my story and my poem, which I must diligently sign and send back shortly. And I got a contract for a poem from Astropoetica, for which I must do the same. It's weird, because these are the things I would prefer to have in my life, and right this moment they feel sort of alien.

Did I mention that I hate the bar exam?

Tonight, I found out from Tracina that my poem "Brother and Sister", which was published last year in Star*Line, received an honorable mention in The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror. Yay! These are books I grew into modern fantasy and horror with, dreaming that one day I might see my name in one of these books. Sure, I'd love to actually have work printed in one too (like, say Tracina :) Congrats again!!), but the idea of having my name listed there in the back is an absolute thrill. The idea that Terri Windling or Ellen Datlow (probably TW in this case, I'd guess) read something by me and thought "This is good" is an incredible feeling.

And that decided me that I had to do something soon. I can't let anything that I've learned over the last few years fade because I'm inundated with information for some horrible exam. I have to get some poems written and out there, I have to get some art drawn and out there...

You guys ever get that panicky, I-don't-have submissions-out-there-what-am-I-thinking-I-might-fade-away feeling? Well, welcome me to the club...