Writing, editing, publishing, brains, humans, sociology, genre tomfoolery, bullshit, lies, truths, the in-between, hyphens, spoons that ran away with forks and the men who love them, cliches, other things I haven't typed yet, other things you haven't typed yet.
Music
Tom Waits, Tom Petty, Leonard Cohen, Rachael Sage, Nick Cave, Mike Doughty, Soul Coughing, Bare Naked Ladies, Ellington, Max Roach, Beastie Boys, Clapton, Firewater, Cop Shoot Cop, Morphine, Roni Size, Bif NAked, Green Day, the Sex Pistols, The Clash, No Doubt, Ramones, Other stuff I can't be bothered to type - I am a media whore.
Which is on crack because I am a writer/editor and publisher and write fiction.non-fic/columns/a cartoon and more. Stupid making me choose one thing bull.
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About me: Let's get this much out of the way, I despise writing things like this.
Good. Moving on... I live in New York, as in City, and was born and raised here. Which probably says a lot of things to a bunch of folk, some of them even true.
I write. Not for a living, not now, but I write and publish. Currently most of my sutff comes out from Die Monster Die! books, a great small press publisher with the sort of name you only dream of getting. Oh sure, Tor and Doubleday have prestige when you hear their name, but Die Monster Die! books just has the sense of fun that it should.
Or at least that's what I tell my publisher when he asks me about deadlines.
So far, it works.
I have a 20 pound cat, a big fur laden ball of stupid, that makes my life more fun and more annoying, often at the same time.
Chances are, I don't actually like you. But at least I'm honest.
Batman (Why does Dustin wear his underwear on the outside?) & Robin (Why does D.J. insist on wearing those green footies?) are getting the 1/2 update of me ready, and your new column got hearty chuckles and thumbs up. You glorious bastard, you.
So, I meet this great writer and he inspires me to write, too. I write my little short stories and I toss them around like pennies in wishing wells, and one guy gets back to me. He likes it and wants more.
Now I've just got to think of 997 more ways to peel back the flesh and suck out the marrow of a man's soul.
That reminds me, isn't it time for Oprah?
In any case, you're the best mentor/friend a hot naked horror stalker ever had. : )
