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We've got many works already ready to publish, and more on the way, and every single one of them has been haggled and nit-picked. These works are the kind of pieces that astonish and amaze. I have read all of them at least 10x -- and still none of them bore me in the least.

I am excited to share them, I am excited for the authors, many of whom are unpublished. I am excited for the editorial staff who are beyond amazing.

This is the greatest project I've ever been involved in. I've done almost nothing in my life that makes me any more proud. There is not a single work in here that is 'filler.' Every one of these is worthy of great accolades.

Yes. It's that good.

The cover.

The poetry.

The story.

Now, soon, we'll have art.

I could collapse in a big heap of holy shit, but I'll try not to.

I have been posting a lot of weird stuff lately. Some of it rather mean. Most if sarcastic, bitter and biting. And, I suppose, particularly when I tend towards short remarks in my comments due to time constraints and such, I might come off as an angry nasty person.

I suppose I might be, but I hope that I don't come across that way. I Really am not at all clandestined or surreptitious. If I have a problem with someone, I generally work it out with them in a civil way. No, I don't always directly confront, because I'd rather end up with a lifelong friend than a life-long enemy, but I do usually work towards resolution and understanding.

If I really have a problem with someone, I let them know. And I can tell everyone here today, that I don't have a problem with any of the members of this site.

Every one of you brings something valuable and amazing to the community. I appreciate that more than you know.

Most of my work is fictional and not at all reflective of my life. I have a vivid imagination, and I love to riff off things i read and see in movies, tv and books. So, when I write murderous, adulterous, wretched evil nasty stuff -- you can be pretty sure it ain't true.

I mean, except that stuff about the hemlock and the physics teacher -- but that was like.. 20 years ago and hardly anyone even figured out that i had anything to do with it.

Love,

stephan

We all listen for the call of the mild folk who think they are in charge as they barge into our lives. We listen and listen for that booger-wiped cacophonic sound of the found-almost-desparate wittled dreams of the glad middle people illuminating seconds of our day with thier  tonsil  massaged prattle.

And when we hear them, we know who they are, what they are, and why they are mutilating our otherwise magnificent minutes. It is simple really, they are too small minded to see over their own life's steering wheel. 

It is the unfermented synthesis of bureaucratic grape soda on the tortured tongue of an unwanted meeting. And we are there at the big maple table  twiddling our pens and remembering some bad sex on the bed of the delightfully unsuspecting parents of some swaggering-inducingly-cute teen girl.

"We need this by Tuesday," they say. Meaning next Tuesday not today, which would, of course be more possible if madness overtook me and I found some hitherto unnkown passion for meaningless labor.

I nod.

I sneeze when the sexy little rays of light from the sun dance on my nose, and then I say, "Anything for you."

I taste the smell of burning and realize -- yes, as always, I am the monkey on fire.

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I don't think what the landlord did was illegal. Wrong? Sure. But not illegal. But it got me to thinking...

What would happen if the roles in this were reversed?

I talk to my son and daughter, and I realize how much better than me they are. Their minds are so sharp and strong. They are incredibly reasonable, logical, philosophical, deep.

The conversations I have with them are so insightful. 

It blows my mind.

I have a lot of work to do today, both for work and for here. I'll try to get to everything. Be patient. If You need me to do something, keep bugging me. That works best.

Tracey will tell you -- it's true. Julie too. 

I have this poem in my head that I am dying to write, but I haven't had a moment to do it. I hate when that happens. It's a bit of a monster is all, and I have my notes, but -- I want to get it done soon. I suspect it'll be un-bad.