That's
right, my wife, Emily Devenport's new book, Medusa in the Graveyard, is on sale now! So
go to your favorite online bookseller, or even a physical bookstore, and buy
it.
Good
news, American
writers of indigenous-hispanic background
(Native American,
Chicanan, Latina/o/x) born in the USA or from Latin America residing
in the USA! Somos
en escrito
is doing a second annual Extra-Fiction Contest. And I'm going to be
picking the winners again. All the details on the prizes, rules, and
how to enter are on the link.
My
novel-in-progress Zyx; Or, Bring Me the Brain of Victor Theremin
is roaring along as I grab time to work on it as I run the gauntlet
of my life. Since I don't always write linearly, I often go back,
rewrite, rearrange, so I ended up adding something to the original
opening section that I posted last year (I'm leaving it up for you
cultural historians out there). This new opening gives more of a clue
to the craziness to come:
Victor
Theremin woke up in the middle of the night needing to piss.
It
pulled him out of another dream where Death came to him as a candy
skull-faced Catrina.She
had glowing, ectoplasmic breasts on her naked rib-cage, nipples
dripping black milk that smelled like fresh-cut peyote. What could
lurk between her legs?