Hi there! Lots of news. But first, here’s an online publication of my story, “The Bike Fucker,” at UC Santa Cruz’s Matchbox Magazine. I’m on page 22. As this version has been hard for some people to read, here’s a PDF of the same story.
I’m a little embarrassed that the second ever story I get published has swears in it, but I’m very proud to be published in Matchbox Magazine.
This is the second of a series of fifty-word stories that I originally wrote for a special edition of an online journal.
I Touch Myself and Think of Me
I’m sleeping with the girl in the mirror. My nipples get hard against her cold body; I watch her face in puddles and shop windows.
Last night she asked, “Is there someone else?”
(Sometimes the person in the mirror is a man.)
I lie: “just us two, just us two.”
My teacher for the introductory short story class I took sophomore year was super into Aimee Bender. And now I’m super into Aimee Bender. I went on an Aimee Bender bender a few summers ago and read all of Willful Creatures on a plane ride.
The Color Master is Bender’s newest short story collection. The stories are strange and tender. She’s a master of speculative fiction.
I don’t know how to explain it. I find Bender’s stories heartbreaking. Each one just devastates me. I want to do what she does but I’m not sure where to start.
Hey there! I just submitted to an online journal’s call for stories that are exactly 50 words long. They asked for up to five stories in a single submission, so I got to try out five different story concepts that I thought would work in a super-short format.
Two of my stories got picked! I’ll give more information on the journal and where you can read them as we get closer to publication time. In the mean time, I’ll be posting the stories they didn’t like enough to publish. Here’s the first one.
Continue reading “Fifty-Word Stories: Miss Her”
Okay, so this wasn’t recommended to me by an English professor. But practically everyone else that I know has told me that I need to read this book. And right after that they all told me the same thing:
“Oh my gosh, it’s so sad.”
Look, I did my time. I grew up being Jewish and loving books which meant I went through the mandatory years of everyone I know recommending Holocaust books to me all the time. “Oh my gosh, you’re Jewish!” My classmates would say. “You should read Number the Stars!” One year, me and my sisters got a biography of Anne Frank for Channukah. Continue reading “Reading Log: Markus Zusak, The Book Thief”
Another short journalism blog like this one.
A Note on my Writing Process
It’s misting outside and I’ve lit a fire in our house’s wood-burning furnace. A housemate is finishing her pie in the kitchen, and I’m in the living room typing away on my review assignment on the couch next to the coffee table with the terrarium. My roommate joins me to soak up the heat from the fire for a minute, then politely says “Can I ask what you’re listening too?”
It’s Justin Beiber.
Continue reading “Little Blog 4”