Kevin Dickinson presents Writers' Bloc 8. I'm worming around on one of those big, beautiful apples. Enjoy.
And Emprise Review is about to come around with some new stuff, of which I'm kindly included. Be watching, always watching.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
2010 Million Writers Award.
Before morning has a chance to consume all and give us the drone of ceaseless afternoon, I would like to thank Rusty Barnes, editor of both Night Train and Fried Chicken and Coffee, for seeing worth in my short story "Bent Country" and publishing it last year in Fried Chicken and Coffee. He has again given the story a vote of confidence by recently nominating it for storySouth's 2010 Million Writers Award. The simple fact that Rusty thought of my work when considering nominations is already enough for me.
If you visit Fried Chicken and Coffee, and I hope you do, also read Sheryl Monks' short story "Justice Boys" and Jim Parks' story "Blind Lemon," both of which Rusty also nominated. Wouldn't do you a bit of harm to comb through the archives there in general. There's a lot of fine work to enjoy throughout.
Happy birthday, Ayn Rand. (That one's for you, Beck.)
If you visit Fried Chicken and Coffee, and I hope you do, also read Sheryl Monks' short story "Justice Boys" and Jim Parks' story "Blind Lemon," both of which Rusty also nominated. Wouldn't do you a bit of harm to comb through the archives there in general. There's a lot of fine work to enjoy throughout.
Happy birthday, Ayn Rand. (That one's for you, Beck.)
Monday, February 1, 2010
12 Random Things From The Bottom Of My Cliché.
A dozen random and stupid things I remember from when I lived inside a boy named Sheldon:
1. Bar None candy bars. Gone but not forgotten. These also appeared around the same time as Cool Ranch Doritos.
2. Kentucky Nip. Ditto.
3. Atari (mostly Kaboom!) but then I never went much more into video games than this. I spent a lot of time trying to pull friends from livings rooms with basketballs and baseball bats under my arms.
4. Eating crab grass because I could. It never once made me sick at my stomach and I would eat a plate full right now, this second.
5. A little girl named Amber (also my first kiss) who told me really quick to stop crying because my Daddy didn't live with me any more because her Daddy was dead.
6. Dressing up like a coal miner on Halloween because, well, that's by god what was handy to dress up with. Thanks Pap for loaning the threads.
7. The NBA on TBS (let's go to the hoop!)
8. Teaching myself to write with my left hand because a boy in my class named Bradley wrote with his left hand and he could hit a baseball really far and I wanted to also hit a baseball really far.
9. Standing in a train tunnel while the train blasted past about four feet from my face. This sounds stupid, but it was really, really brave. Seriously. Brave.
10. Drinking my first bit of alcohol (some kind of rum, I think) on the roof of a nearby church. Age not mentioned because I was ten and that would just make my parents seem like they were not watching me at all when in truth I was just really crafty and sneaky and they just never had a chance.
11. Looking up the bride's dress at the first wedding I ever attended, to my knowledge. I have the clear memory of honestly trying to see "how tall she was." I think it was innocent, but people have different stories.
12. Peace.
There are more things, but they start getting either bad or bad or, in some cases, bad, so let's just leave it here for now.
I either love, like, or know you all from the bottom of my cliché.
1. Bar None candy bars. Gone but not forgotten. These also appeared around the same time as Cool Ranch Doritos.
2. Kentucky Nip. Ditto.
3. Atari (mostly Kaboom!) but then I never went much more into video games than this. I spent a lot of time trying to pull friends from livings rooms with basketballs and baseball bats under my arms.
4. Eating crab grass because I could. It never once made me sick at my stomach and I would eat a plate full right now, this second.
5. A little girl named Amber (also my first kiss) who told me really quick to stop crying because my Daddy didn't live with me any more because her Daddy was dead.
6. Dressing up like a coal miner on Halloween because, well, that's by god what was handy to dress up with. Thanks Pap for loaning the threads.
7. The NBA on TBS (let's go to the hoop!)
8. Teaching myself to write with my left hand because a boy in my class named Bradley wrote with his left hand and he could hit a baseball really far and I wanted to also hit a baseball really far.
9. Standing in a train tunnel while the train blasted past about four feet from my face. This sounds stupid, but it was really, really brave. Seriously. Brave.
10. Drinking my first bit of alcohol (some kind of rum, I think) on the roof of a nearby church. Age not mentioned because I was ten and that would just make my parents seem like they were not watching me at all when in truth I was just really crafty and sneaky and they just never had a chance.
11. Looking up the bride's dress at the first wedding I ever attended, to my knowledge. I have the clear memory of honestly trying to see "how tall she was." I think it was innocent, but people have different stories.
12. Peace.
There are more things, but they start getting either bad or bad or, in some cases, bad, so let's just leave it here for now.
I either love, like, or know you all from the bottom of my cliché.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wrong Tree Review Is Now Available. Time To Do The Reading Part Of Being A Writer.
Wrong Tree Review is now available. Check it out here, and I so hope you enjoy. It was a real pleasure to help put this out, and a nice return to the game, really. I helped with Cellar Door Magazine several years ago and missed working with writers and basically just putting together a group of stories I care about it and sharing them with other people. It was a grand trip and I'm already looking forward to hitting the road with WT #2. There are already some talented writers and fine people in line for that issue.

Currently reading a few chapbooks I'd really been meaning to have under my belt ages ago and have just now been to set aside some work hours normally spent writing or editing to do so. Those include both of Matt Bell's chapbooks How the Broken Lead the Blind and The Collectors and also xtx and Mel Bosworth's Shudder Pageant. There will be more to come and I hope to be able to have something to say about these works and others as time permits.
I've been toying with the idea of taking some of my stories published from last year and a few more that have yet to be published and start arranging them into a chapbook or collection of my own. So far the idea itself has been enough to freeze me up a bit. For one thing, I don't really have a good idea about where I might submit such a manuscript. I mean, I know of several places were other fine books have been published that I enjoyed, but I'm not sure that whatever I pull together would be fit enough to pass through those halls. We'll see. I think it'll be fun either way to see my stories from the past year in one room. Sort of like a family reunion.
There has been so much happening in the past week beneath ground where the good writing is taking place that I can't possibly list all of it. Let me just offer my congratulations to those who have been continuing to produce work worth reading and, in turn, receiving much deserved recognition and success for those efforts. I'm thankful for all of you as a reader and endlessly inspired by your abilities.

Currently reading a few chapbooks I'd really been meaning to have under my belt ages ago and have just now been to set aside some work hours normally spent writing or editing to do so. Those include both of Matt Bell's chapbooks How the Broken Lead the Blind and The Collectors and also xtx and Mel Bosworth's Shudder Pageant. There will be more to come and I hope to be able to have something to say about these works and others as time permits.
I've been toying with the idea of taking some of my stories published from last year and a few more that have yet to be published and start arranging them into a chapbook or collection of my own. So far the idea itself has been enough to freeze me up a bit. For one thing, I don't really have a good idea about where I might submit such a manuscript. I mean, I know of several places were other fine books have been published that I enjoyed, but I'm not sure that whatever I pull together would be fit enough to pass through those halls. We'll see. I think it'll be fun either way to see my stories from the past year in one room. Sort of like a family reunion.
There has been so much happening in the past week beneath ground where the good writing is taking place that I can't possibly list all of it. Let me just offer my congratulations to those who have been continuing to produce work worth reading and, in turn, receiving much deserved recognition and success for those efforts. I'm thankful for all of you as a reader and endlessly inspired by your abilities.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Interview: xtx leaves a mark on the soul and searches for affirmation

The author of NOBODY TRUSTS A BLACK MAGICIAN talks about prose and poetry, blogging and private identities, among other things one would expect from a writer as wickedly talented as xtx.
Sheldon Lee Compton: You once said something to the effect that you went from being someone who maintained a blog and wrote stories to being a writer who maintained a blog. Can you talk a little about that switch?
xtx: Well, it just was a natural sort of progression. I blogged every day. Because I kept my identity private, I couldn’t maintain a blog that talked about life specifics. The way I had to write about my life became more of a creative endeavor; wrapping my life events in the elements of prose, poetry or fiction. Eventually, the scales tipped from me mostly blogging to me mostly just writing prose, poetry and fiction. That’s when I began submitting to online zines. So, now I sort of blog less and write more when before I blogged more and wrote less.
SLC: Caleb J. Ross said in a review of your collection NOBODY TRUSTS A BLACK MAGICIAN the stories were a blend of the shocking, the heartfelt and the poetic. I agree with this in regard to the collection and also the rest of your work. How much of this holy trinity is planned? How much a beautiful accident?
xtx: I guess it’s sort of accidentally on purpose. In regard to “Nobody…” my editor, P.H. Madore, just asked for a number of words. He didn’t tell me how many pieces or what types of pieces he wanted. I guess I wanted the pieces selected for “Nobody…” to be a mix of everything I write; a sort of calling card for anyone who had never read my stuff before.
As far as it being “shocking, heartfelt and poetic”, well, I just write what I feel. I don’t sit down to achieve these things. I think that whatever someone feels about a piece of writing or a piece of music is different from what the next person might feel. I am happy with whatever someone feels about my work because I am happy to be making someone feel anything.
SLC: Late last year we corresponded and at that time you were considering leaving behind the pen name xtx. Where are your thoughts today on this possibility?
xtx: Still contemplating this. I feel I need to fish or cut bait, but, right now, something is telling me to hold on this. Don’t know why. We’ll see…
SLC: Prose and poetry. You've had success with both forms. If you could only recommend one piece of your writing to a new reader which of the two forms would you choose and why?
xtx: I think I would steer them towards prose, just because it’s a bit more free-form where poetry is a bit more ‘limited’. I think they’d get more out of a handful of my prose pieces than my poems, but what the eff do I know?
SLC: Your story "God's Eyes" in Bull, Fiction for Thinking Men, is a fine example of the steady flow of thought and rhythm so often found in your work. Is this pacing something you feel works particularly well in flash fiction?
xtx: I guess so. I mean, I don’t really think about those types of things when I write. I just write and go over it, editing until it feels ‘right’. I don’t set out to create a rhythm or flow; if it happens it happens. I am not answering this question very well. Sorry.
SLC: Who were some of your influences and have you since killed these writers off or do you still follow their work?
xtx: I have always been an avid reader. Some of my favorite authors are Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, Jonathan Ames and Bukowski. But as far as them influencing me, well, I don’t really get my influence from writers. I mean, the way they influence me is more of that I admire their body of work and the creativity they present within it. I am more influenced by things I experience personally. However, I do feel a sort of resonance when I read Chuck or Bukowski…a humming feeling of, YES! A sort of affirmation of something inside me. Hard to explain.
SLC: You often include stories, flash pieces and poetry on your blog, Nothing To Say. How do you choose from your body of finished work what you will send out for publication and what you will share on your blog?
xtx: I used to put everything up on my blog first. I’d see what sort of reaction I’d get. If it was a strong one, then I’d submit the piece. But then when I started getting these pieces published, I’d blog the link to the story/poem but realize that everyone who reads my blog already read the story/poem so it was becoming redundant. (for them)
So, now, I tend to write a lot more for subbing instead of blogging them. I figure then, if they get published, my readers will get to read them as something ‘new’ and not something they’ve read before. I guess, also, my confidence in what I write has grown as well and I can get a sense of if something is okay or not without getting audience ‘approval’ first.
The pieces I still put on my blog are usually ones I ‘don’t care’ about. i.e. Pieces I don’t plan on sending anywhere. But, sometimes this backfires, like in the case of my Michael Jackson piece that I blogged and got a crazy reaction to. So much so that Roxane Gay decided to publish it alongside my previously accepted piece in the July 09 issue of PANK. If I get any sort of strong reaction to one of these ‘don’t care’ pieces, I will save them for submitting because maybe it was something I overlooked as having any merit.
SLC: One of the many things you are known for as a writer is an ability to lay open any subject matter or character with a sharp eye for honesty. Have there been moments when you felt hesitant to apply this unflinching voice? If so, share an example.
xtx: Jeez, well, I am enamored with fucked up shit. (surprise!) I think even if I felt hesitant to write about ugly things I would go ahead and write them anyway. Fucked up, horrible shit lives in this world which is a world that I live in and take things from to write about. (Sentence deleted which mentioned some fucked up shit I still want to write about, but after re-reading it felt ‘hesitant’ to leave it in this interview because it makes me sound horrible.)
I get ‘motivated’ to write from whatever leaves a mark on my soul. Ugly things make me feel strong feelings that need to be expelled from my insides with words. It’s pretty simple.
SLC: Along with fellow-writer Mel Bosworth you completed the SHUDDER PAGEANT project last year, a collection of stories and photographs that have garnered high praise. You've said the collaboration was a positive experience, so can we expect more tag-team efforts in the future?
xtx: I would love to tag-team Mel again. (ahem…hee) Currently, I know we’re both busy with some other projects, but when and if we both have a quiet spell, who knows? I hope so…
SLC: If you weren't writing, what else would you be doing?
xtx: Masturbating, watching porn and playing video games even more than I do already. Sad, but true. I really have no other hobbies. Oh, maybe I’d read more. Okay, yeah, add read more books to that list.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Watch This Space.
Looks like the writer of wondrous words, xTx, will be my first interview. Look for it here in the coming days.
Also, go ahead and check out the new issue of The Collagist. You'll never regret it.
And Jen Michalski is hooking readers of JMWW up with some origins, the stories behind the stories stuff. Have a look.
I have to also extend a heartfelt thanks to Finnegan Flawnt for his incredible reading of my story "The Body Ricardo." You can find it and some great stories he gave voice to here.
Also, go ahead and check out the new issue of The Collagist. You'll never regret it.
And Jen Michalski is hooking readers of JMWW up with some origins, the stories behind the stories stuff. Have a look.
I have to also extend a heartfelt thanks to Finnegan Flawnt for his incredible reading of my story "The Body Ricardo." You can find it and some great stories he gave voice to here.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Here's an idea...
I'm back but only briefly today. Deadlines are pressing in, always pressing on Tuesday and Thursday.
Today, only a quick question...
I've been thinking of throwing up some interviews and maybe some fiction and other materials from other writers on this site. Does this sound good? I think it sounds good. I think it sounds like beer and pizza, a cold Snicker bar and a hot cup of coffee. I think it sounds fine as frog hair.
What thinks you?
Today, only a quick question...
I've been thinking of throwing up some interviews and maybe some fiction and other materials from other writers on this site. Does this sound good? I think it sounds good. I think it sounds like beer and pizza, a cold Snicker bar and a hot cup of coffee. I think it sounds fine as frog hair.
What thinks you?
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