I’ve got a new humor/memoir piece up this month at Wraparound South about the very first vision board ever created, satin formalwear, signing things in my own blood, cannibal mice, and SaladShooters. My life when I was thirteen, basically.
You can read it here: They Shoot Salads, Don’t They?
The amazing part is that this issue of Wraparound South is described by the editor like this:
“This issue, though not strictly a themed issue, orbits around that mirrored labyrinth that is perception – of culture, of race, of personal values, of ambition… As humans, we seem to have the ability to see ourselves mirrored in every situation, blind to our own reflection and to the illusions that we project about the spaces we inhabit.”
You will find this doubly amusing after you read my story. 🙂
I’m never not fascinated that these literary folks let dirtbag me into their world, but I’m so thankful that they do.
As always, thanks for hanging out here with me and being awesome and stuff – and hey – it’s almost October! That means it’s time for Nicolas Cage and his not even remotely passable wig in:
Season of The Witch!