Endings and Beginnings

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Old Man Farrago is basking in the glow of some pretty solid numbers over at the Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll (category: fictionzine), and he’s also realizing that, while such sweet sweet love from the Intarweb Tubes is reward in and of itself, it doesn’t restock the whiskey cabinet. He’s doing a “Low- or No-cost Fund Drive”. Just a buck is all he’s asking in return for the entertainment he’s provided this last year, and as some of that content has been yanked out of my guts, I’d like to throw in a nod toward the tip jar. The Oneiromantic Mosaic of Harry Potemkin wouldn’t have happened without the Old Man’s largesse, and I am really appreciative of the opportunity he gave me to scramble some readers.

And, as a token of appreciation (both his and mine), we’ve put up the final piece of Harry Potemkin’s strange journey. Go read “The Letter”. It is either the first or the last piece in the Mosaic. The choice is yours. Discuss.

I’ll have my answer in a year or so.

Drug of Choice

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I was looking over some random notes and scraps of things and realized there’s an anthology deadline coming up mid-month that I wanted to submit something to, and . . . ah . . . I don’t have anything in the queue. All I’ve got is a half-realized novel that I’m reconfiguring, and that’s not quite helpful. But, as I’ve been reconsidering the main character’s voice and background, I realize I could just throw everything aside and start with a blank slate. A clean easel. An empty page, waiting to be filled.

And, since then I have been hyped up like I’ve been drinking coffee all day. It’s the wide open canvas. It’s the best sort of aphrodisiac.

I really do love this creative cusp, and it can persist in a project for some time as I don’t necessarily know what is going to happen next. Sure, the slog of editing and re-writing can be a bore, but that’s a different sort of toolset, and once you realize that is the case and bring the right tools to the job, then this initial burst of “what is the limit of what I can do?” is quite marvelous.

Hello, 2008. I think I’m ready for you.