Archive for March, 2011
It may be true that you consider a dollar a reasonable price point for fiction. It may be true that you don’t feel any responsibility to the marketplace now or in the future. But hopefully, it’s not true that you don’t care about authors. If you find an author you like, support them. What does this mean?
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BABY PULP FLASH FICTION. It must be baby-centered. It must be pulp. Pulp is, of course, a kind of lurid, cheap, fastly-produced genre fiction. Men’s Adventure! Noir! Space opera! Superhero! Detective! So, in other words: baby noir! Baby superhero! Baby space opera! Baby adventure! Detective baby!
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My name is Russel D McLean. If you have any trouble understanding me, don’t worry. That’s because I’m Scottish. I’m also a writer – author of two noir novels, the second of which, THE LOST SISTER, has just been released upon your United States. In celebration I’m doing a series of invasions of other author’s blogs.
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On the X-ray, they looked like coins of various denominations scattered throughout his lungs. A penny here. Two dimes. A fat nickel. Tumors, the vet said. A lot of them. I didn’t really take him in for that kind of diagnosis. Vet said, let’s X-ray. And so, lung cancer. Fuck cancer, of course. Fuck cancer right in its canker-sore-encircled ass.
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Down below, they heard the gibbers and wails of… babies. Human babies, hungry for attention, their glistening teeth emerging from pink gums hungry for the blood and souls of heroes! The babies were armed with Binkies, Boppies, and Bjorns, the wretched weapons of goblin children.
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