Friday, August 08, 2014
I've somehow conned another publication into printing my words. A piece of fish... er, fiction... that I wrote a while back is now doing its nasty business on the pages of Broken Pencil, an otherwise fine magazine published in Canada.
A few of my close friends may know what the piece is about from the title I put on this blog post. If you do, don't give it away, because if you don't, I'm not going to tell you; you'll have to buy the magazine. As a matter of fact, I suggest you buy the magazine even if you're one of those I annoyed with the story before the fiction editor at Broken Pencil decided, for whatever damn reason, to buy it. He has to feed his family. Just because he was harebrained enough to pay me that isn't a good enough reason for his family to starve, you miserable heartless bastards.
(I should definitely go into sales. I've got the touch.)
So, anyway, there you go. And wherever you go, there you are (especially if you're already in Canada.)
DISCLAIMER: You are not a miserable heartless bastard. The fiction editor at Broken Pencil is not harebrained. I am proud to be in the magazine. I will be prouder still once the check clears.
Soon, with more better stuff.