It’s 100 degrees outside, close to 80 in my office, and I have a hot cup of coffee staring me down. I need to drink it. I don’t care that sweat is carving trails down my face, taking strands of hair and plastering them to my neck. I don’t care that for the past five […]
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Hello fellow readers and writers. It’s always nice to have some legitimate news to announce, and today I have two juicy bits. My new story, “Inside the Walls of East Lombard Street,” is now available to read at Electric Spec. Here’s what they had to say in the Letter from the Editors: Anthony J. Rapino
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The rules are simple. The first person to correctly identify what the heck this is a picture of, wins a book. Simply post your answer (only one guess per person, please) in the comment section. Please fill out your e-mail in the comment box so I can contact you (unless we are twitter or facebook
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In my short story, “Uprooted,” there is a magnificent thunder storm that causes a tree to become uprooted in the woods behind the main character’s house. Last night, I experienced a storm close to the magnitude I had previously written about. We lost electricity and the high winds whipped around the treetops, tearing branches and
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Classes are over, I’m done grading papers, and all my windows are open. Sounds like summer to me. For the first time since I started teaching this past autumn, I feel as if I can finally make some writing plans. Sure, I managed to squeak out a few stories during the past months, but mostly
But I must have. It’s the only way I can explain two story acceptances in as many days. Yesterday, mere hours after announcing my latest acceptance, I received another one for my story “Fixing a Hole.” Great news, right? Well, yes, except for that nagging suspicion that I’m hell bound. I don’t remember signing anything
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Happy Cinco de Mayo, wonderful peoples of the interwebs. Like most holidays, one of the only reasons I bother celebrating anymore is the food. After long years of contemplation, I’ve realized that beyond the religious or political reasons for holidays, my emerging family traditions all revolve around the food and spending quality time together (which,
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Confession. There is little to no relationship between home-brewed beer and writing, except the little known fact that if you write while drunk on homebrew you’ll be visited by the beer goblin who will grant you one publishing wish…per beer…per day. That’s why alcoholic writers are so famous. And so, well, drunk. To get off
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