Showing posts with label Fiction Southeast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction Southeast. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

A Year of Fiction Publications

Part of the purpose of this space, more than anything, is to write something as often as possible, to keep the stew going so to speak. Over the past year, this has resulted in numerous fiction publications, all flash, that have allowed me to push the boundaries of my writing and get my name out there a bit more. Of the five, you can read three free online, and I urge you to do so, not because it supports me (I get nothing from the venture other than personal satisfaction), but rather to support these journals and their efforts.
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June 2013: My short piece or flash/poetry (50 words), "The Unfulfilled List" went live on Gravel.

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Fall 2013: "Cow Dog and Swift," previously published by the Writer's Post Journal, republished by Fiction Southeast.




December 2013: Emerge Literary Journal published my flash fiction piece, "So Much Like You."

Spring 2014: The East Jasmine Review published my flash fiction piece "Shogun" in issue 1.4.

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April 2014: The Rappahannock Review published another piece of flash fiction "Blessings."

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Find a Topic in Fiction Writing



One of the more enjoyable moments of writing fiction comes in exploring a topic. Finding a topic is just plain fun—you get that spark, that idea, and then take the need to flush it out and explore it to the written page. With that in mind, I like to write about real life, but not typically the everyday events, but rather the weird and the strange—the things that occur in Florida. Florida offers a rich selection of the odd and perplexing—flesh eating drug addicts, priests who induce overseas riots by threatening to burn the Koran, people who wrestle alligators, that time it rained iguanas in Miami (freak cold snap forced them into a point of stasis and they fell out of trees and off houses, cleanup crews were startled when they sprang back to life hours later, jumping out of pickup trucks into traffic), and of course the large shipment of cocaine that washed up on shore during a storm just yesterday (5/3/13). These things are splendid fodder for writing, but only a small means to an overall end.

In writing fiction, the end (in theory) is partially a well-constructed, entertaining and stimulating story. At the same time, a writer is often exploring events of his own life, coming to grips with the bumps in the road, the aging process, the inevitability of death, or getting a hangnail. As one writes about the dangers of bath salts, they could be exploring their indecisive nature or their need to rebel against the powers that be. Drug induced Zombies are only the orifice used to arrive at a destination, a place that they may not have even set out to explore.

This whole ramble sounds a bit cheesy right now, but my overall thesis rests in the idea that writers need to be interested in, entranced by, and familiar with their topic. Familiarity can come from research, but either throw experience or Google, they need to understand what they are talking about. Thus they should pick the topics that scare, disgust, or irk the reader, and present them in such a way that the reader will not abjectly run from them, but rather will cling to them in squeamish delight. Entertain, inform, explore—write about Floridians.

Side note: My short piece, "So Much Like You," will appear in the Fall issue of Emerge Literary Journal.  The flash fiction deals with the mental trauma of losing a limb. Another short work, "Cow Dog and Swift" has been accepted by Fiction Southeast for one of their next two issues. 

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Published Fiction: Cow Dog and Swift



 This piece of flash fiction was originally published in The Writers Post Journal in October 2005. Sadly, the publication no longer exists.  
Update, This piece has been reprinted in Fiction Southeast.
Cow Dog and Swift

Screen Shot of the print page.
I often wonder the worth of food, the midday meal, the tiresome dinner, the dog in the backyard.  My wife May has fattened the beast up – a Great Dane exercised to extreme, made to be our cow.  The kid loves the cow dog, calls it Mabel, treasures gorging the thing.  She doesn’t understand our family predicament, but eats and eats and eats.  The kid eats beyond comprehension; so she must understand, I will force comprehension upon her.  Today is the dog’s day to become shredded beef and steak, to meet my long, curved knife; the kid will eat well, dine on the fine meat, burgeon on.  Eventually the kid’s turn on the chopping block will come.  We have read Jonathan Swift, treat his words as biblical – Swift was an honest, correct prophet.