I have my first in-print, by-ghod literary journal publication. The fogey part of me is tickled by this milestone; my other literary publications have been online.
The journal is BACOPA, out of the Writers Alliance of Gainesville, Florida. It's an annual book and really very good, high quality poetry and fiction. The story is "The Stronger," set in Southern Indiana in 1910 and based on my grandfather's life as a bookish farm boy.
"The Stronger" is the title story of a four-story collection, all based on memories and family legends from my grandfather's life, reaching from the 1870s to the 1950s. Hopefully the next story will soon find publication, too!
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Step by Step
The proofs for YU: A Ross Lamos Mystery have at last been finalized, and will now be Kindle-ized. So when will it be up in pixilated lights on Amazon.com? You'll be the first to know.
In the meantime, it's July in Bloomington, Indiana, which is the time of year when the town stretches, takes its shoes off and sets its bare feet up on the coffee table. EveryWhere is more relaxed and comfortable with itself. The University students are few, traffic is light, it's easy to avoid the city's road repairs. Sitting on the streetside terrace of a coffeeshop with a freshly-juiced fruit drink, under a clear sunset sky with just a trace of humidity in the warmth, there are lots of people on the sidewalks but all are suffused with a quiet joy; Now is the only moment, the moment we will always return to for a memory of when we felt in love with nothing in particular but everything at once.
In the meantime, it's July in Bloomington, Indiana, which is the time of year when the town stretches, takes its shoes off and sets its bare feet up on the coffee table. EveryWhere is more relaxed and comfortable with itself. The University students are few, traffic is light, it's easy to avoid the city's road repairs. Sitting on the streetside terrace of a coffeeshop with a freshly-juiced fruit drink, under a clear sunset sky with just a trace of humidity in the warmth, there are lots of people on the sidewalks but all are suffused with a quiet joy; Now is the only moment, the moment we will always return to for a memory of when we felt in love with nothing in particular but everything at once.
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