I am stunned. I am actually getting published somewhere. It's been so long since something's been accepted and I haven't felt this way for a while. I sent my story to friends of my brother’s who have started up a literary press. They publish stories in individual volumes. Hand-numbered, nice paper, very classy. Maybe it is who you know, somewhat--our kids play together--but they had to like it. I wasn’t sure how anyone would take this story: futurist, sexual, confessional. It’s the first chapter of "The American Book of the Dead" but I worked on it a long while trying to make it a self-contained story.
Two weeks ago they gave my wife and I a car. For free: a 91 Toyota Camry. They are my new heroes. Their press is here: Cloverfield. "Gentleman Reptile" is due out in October.
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That's awesome... congrats!
Right on, man. Congrats. Looking forward to reading it.
Yeah you're not allowed to feel sorry for yourself for, like, at least a week now. ;)
Thanks all.
Hey, been following your blog for sometime. Congrats on the good news!
Now that I presume you're gonna be happy (what with the publishing deal, new 'old' car and all that), I'm gonna miss the angst latent in your posts. Not that it'll make you any less an artist.
Cheers!
Henry, you da man. I like how Cloverfield Press shoots you straight into "limited edition" territory. Exclusivity from the get-go!
I'll pay to get my grubby paws on a copy, if only to see what your signature looks like. So I can forge it, and steal your identity.
Congratulations!!
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