LettersY’all, I don’t have my own personal Twitter feed. I have one for Rabbit Heart (#RHPFF, y’all – @RabbitHeartPFF), but not one for me. I got my marbles together last year & made an author page, but the idea of supporting a Twitter feed for just my stuff made me weird from the inside out. I mean, really, how much can I get accomplished in 140 characters or less (ok, ok, 280 now) aside from poetryfilm stuff, the occasional Omigawd (#omg), and some videos? I can do it in pictures (love that Instagram, I do), but in itty bitty sentences that I can’t go back and edit for typos* once they’re out in the world? #Nope – #longwinded #craptypist

Which is why this Thursday is going to seem surreal to you all out there in the Rabbit Heart twitterverse. I apologize, but I’m going to co-opt the feed for personal bsns for roughly 12 hours, and then we can get back to the important stuff. You know, back to poetryfilm.**

Did you know I write fiction? Because there’s this book I wrote (and finished, even)!  Free Pirate Radio (you can read excerpts at that last link) – and a bunch of short stories that beset me while I was writing it – is set in the Reboot Universe: a US where the land is being rebooted by science priests; the Train, the Radio, and some (magical) whores must save Ohio. I mean, in a nutshell. Also people sometimes explode into flocks of birds. It clocks in at somewhere around 78k words. (Did I mention #longwinded?)

And I’ve been doing kind of a crap job of getting it out into the world.*** I’ve queried agents, but not that many (15? 18? I’ve been picking at it), and well, you know, gone on to start other stories and work on the poetryfilm things. But some stuff is starting to stir with FPR (stuff I can’t talk about just yet, but maybe soon, let’s not toss grit in the gears, k?) and I’m feeling the vibe, so when a friend suggested to me that I take part in the #PitMad Pitch Party  this week, I suddenly found myself drafting tweets in my notebook like:

YOU get a #pterodactyl! #YOUgetapterodactyl! #YOUget a pterodactyl!

among others.****

So. On Thursday, please pardon the interruption. I’ll be popping up with three tweets during the day (you’re only allowed 3) that will make a bunch of no sense to you if you’re here for the poetryfilm news. You can totally scroll your way past (I’ll be haunting notifications hoping for an agent bite), and letting it fly as it doesn’t apply ❤

tl;dr – Thursday will be weird. I haven’t been hacked, it’s all ok. Poetryfilm stuff will totally return with the new year, and I still love you.


*I might be the worst typist in history. Once, in World of Warcraft, I mentioned in guild chat that it was just because I was cold, and wearing mittens while we were raiding. My very special Typing Mittens. Short story: I am a typo-ing travesty in the immediate. (And an editor fueled by shame.)

For real, I have two big rules of thumb for myself on the internet:
1. I don’t have to argue with anyone online.
2. If I can’t go back and edit, I don’t have to put words there.

**Yes, yes, the season has me quiet-ish. It’s just that right after festival there was the grant reporting, and then there was Thanksgiving (and recovering from it), and then there are family birthdays coming up (the 11th, the 12th, the 28th this month, the 7th right around the corner after that), and Hanukkah and Christmas all stuffed right in there too. Basically, the months of November and December we hemorrhage money and eat a shitlot of cake in between sleeping it all off – it’s AMAZING. Also, there’s really not a lot of time in there to tweet. But January will bring back the sweet sweet chirp of drumming up submissions (late Feb, y’all! Put it in yer bullet journal!) and spreading the good news, don’t you worry <6

***In my defense, FPR has been sitting in an agent’s slush pile for a hot minute. Two years ago someone at an agency I won’t name asked for the first 50pp. Their website says that there’s been no decision made yet. The reviews of the firm complain about agents 2-3 years behind in their stuff. So, yeh, I’m pretty sure nothing is happening there.

#WhoresAreMagical #MathIsReal #EcoBizarre
#LivingTrain and #Radio – not your typical #prophets, #buthey
#Fibonacci is my #homeboy – #letsdothis
The land is being #rebooted; #sciencepriests and #magicalwhores in the #walledcity of New Providence are trying to figure out why everyone’s #sleepless.