hmm

Your rainbow is intensely shaded green, orange, and red.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is says about you: You are a strong person. You appreciate energetic people. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

G-Zone

Just thought I'd leave a little love note to my new kick-ass phone, the Verizon G-Zone (I know--how fitting, right?) made by Casio. I needed something that could take being dropped, thrown, kicked, buried, burned, eaten by a python, sunk in a ship 4 miles beneath the ocean's surface and have it's heart cut out by a vicious native tribe making a virgin sacrifice. And this is it, baby!

I had a hell of a time getting one, since they've been discontinued and ebay sellers are very much like the aforementioned native tribe, but I finally have one now and it will never leave my side. I'm gonna shower with this thing. And then once it's all shiny and clean, I'll play hackeysack with it in my oldest toughest boots and kick it off my deck onto the concrete ten feet below.

This is gonna be fun.

If you need a tough phone, get your mitts on one of these things. I don't know if they use them in the military or not, but they definitely should.

The G-Hawk

Yes, the rumors are true. Though I am too old and dorky for a mohawk, I now have one just the same. Behold:

Also, those are Transformer sunglasses to boot. I'm morphing into Tank Girl more and more every day.

Special thanks to Angie, the girl who cut it for me. Super-cool chick; hope to hang out with her and her gang again soon.

RAWR!

Bizarro Con

Here we are, on the eve of my great adventure to Portland and Bizarro Con. I'm going down a day early--hopefully I'll be able to make myself useful somehow. I'm pretty excited. I'll be getting to see some amazing peeps--and make new friends to boot. Always a good thing.

Should be a lot of fun. I'll be doing at least one panel that I know of, judging a reading contest, attending an awards ceremony (two of my books are nominated) and drinking, drinking and--oh yeah--drinking. I also intend to pick up some new books, because you just can never have too many bizarro books in your library.

Other than that, I finished my novella SWARM OF FLYING EYEBALLS and with any luck that'll be seeing the light of day in the nearish future of 2009. Nick sent me a possible cover for it and I nearly fell out of my chair. It is THAT fucking awesome! I can't wait for everyone to see it.

Now I just have to decide which project to tackle next. I have a bunch of things in various stages of completion, so I should probably work on one of those. We shall see...

Currently reading The Tormenteds by Andersen Prunty (great stuff!) and just started Widdershins by Charles de Lint. Listening to a good bit of metal lately, as I tend to do in the winter for whatever reason.

Now, I think I'll go drink some coffee and fiddle with words until it's time for Fringe. Until next time...

g.

Gays get fucked over again

Thanks a lot, California. Stellar show of bigotry yet again.

You know what I think would be awesome? If straight people who support gay rights would just simply stop getting married themselves until EVERYONE is treated fairly and allowed the same basic human rights. That act of rebellion would hit enough people in their precious wallets and be such a show of solidarity that it would be impossible to ignore. It would be interesting to see how many put their money where their mouth is. Do you truly support gay rights? Prove it.

I know it won't happen but I'm pissed and it sure does make a nice fantasy.

Cool Beans

I think my lucky bandana cinched the deal. That and my skull collection, of course.

mail in deed is done

Very tempted to vote for McKinney but in the end I just decided that this election is too important, and regardless of what some people will have you believe, there IS such a thing as a wasted vote. Sorry, but it's true. I hope Obama is at least a little bit of what he claims to be. I hope he really does care. Like my old friend Agent Mulder used to always say, "I Want to Believe." Time will tell, I guess, the way it always does. Let the games begin.

my guy

up on the roof

We've been having our roof worked on for the last week, which is something that needs to be done but at the same time is a huge annoyance. Constant pounding, drilling, and who knows what else. I haven't been able to think straight, since of course, the dog is pretty much about to have a nervous breakdown--as is the cat, but at least she doesn't spend all day, every day, barking.

The only cool thing about is that the guys doing it are all Hispanic and sometimes one of them will start singing in Spanish, which is nice. They whistle and talk and seem like a pretty happy bunch, despite the fact that my dog is barking up at them and most likely wishing she could taste their blood.

Concentrating on work has been difficult. The book is moving at a snail's pace right now. (Sorry Nick!) Hopefully I'll be able to get back in the saddle in the next day or so and just pound the hell out of the thing and get it over with. That'll be a huge load of my mind and then there's November. Oh, boy. Good times ahead.

Hope everyone is well and getting ready for Halloween. The spookies are on their way, slithering up the street and across your yard to knock at your door and climb in your windows. They're coming for you, Barbara! Ha. How over-used is that line anyway...???

BODYSLAM

When I was a kid, it seemed like writers lived on another planet. They were as inaccessible as movie stars. Yes, supposedly you could write to their publishers and supposedly the letters would get passed on to the writer. Just like movie stars. I figured if you actually did take the time to write one, you might get an autographed photo or something, but probably not. I was clueless.

But now--NOW--things are much different. Writers are everywhere and I'm not just talking about the twenty-five zillion people who just fancy themselves writers because they paid Lulu a ton of money or Mom told them they wrote a darn good poem when they were 12. I mean the writers you know and admire. The "successful" writers. No, you can't (or at least I can't) just bump into Stephen King at some con, but short of him and others of his caliber, you really can bump into just about anyone. Write to them--they usually write back. Talk to them, hang out with them, drink beer them, etc... In this age, you can actually know your heros and find out they're just regular guys and gals, which is awesome to me. I still doubt it's possible to do that with movie stars though...

Anyway, this was just longwinded way of saying "Holy shit!" I logged into my Facebook account to find that I'd been bodyslammed by Nina Kiriki Hoffman. Me and a few hundred others probably, but still. How cool is that? I love her book A FISTFUL OF SKY. It's amazing. You should definitely check it out. And to get bodyslammed by her, even virtually, made me smile.

Here's to hoping one of your heros bodyslams you sometime soon. It's pretty fucking cool. haha.

Birthday Girl

In a couple of days it will be my birthday and I get to be 24 again! Hooray for me! That was kind of a shitty year and also kind of an awesome year, so I decided to go back in time and make the whole thing awesome. Thank goodness I found the genie in that magic blow-up doll. She comes in handy every so often (the genie, not the doll). (as an aside, I really am writing story about a genie in a blow-up doll--she's quite a trickster--again, the genie, not the doll.)

Back in reality, I received a most excellent gift already. A grab bag from Cemetery Dance, which included three signed and numbered hardbacks, a few back issues of the mag (too cool!) a tote bag, a frisbee and the best thing: a T-shirt with a short-short by none other than the great Brian Keene on the back. Yippie! I'm never taking it off, which means by the time I actually see Brian again and get him to sign the thing, he'll probably want to do it with a VERY LONG Sharpie. Not sure if they've been invented yet--I should get on that asap.

Anyway, not much else going on. Still wrestling the muse and getting my ass kicked. I seriously hate that bitch lately. Maybe I should just give up this whole writing nonsense and just go to law school or something. It certainly couldn't be any harder than this. Not that I'm complaining (much). Writing is a damn cool gig, usually. I just think if I'm going to crack my head open every day, I should at least be getting a decent wage for it. Crazy, I know. But that's me. Dreaming my life away.

So, wish me a happy birthday if you feel like it. Buy a book, leave a review, blow me a kiss. Whatever. I promise to blow you back. (hahaha!)

Cats and Bugs

My cat is pretty much the coolest kitty on the planet. That is, I personally don't know of a cooler one, but, of course, I'm biased. She's my best buddy--staying with me when I'm sick, when I have insomnia, when I'm depressed. I think she was a really great nurse in another life.

I took this pic yesterday while unpacking some stuff. She's no kitten anymore but you'd never know it. Always looking for trouble, which she has an uncanny ability to find. She's meowing beside me as I type this, which always causes the dog to want to chase her. Then they get into a boxing match, which the cat always wins. She's a little bad-ass. (I wonder where she gets that from?)

Anyway, I'm avoiding working because I have some lame-ass stomach bug that's making me feel like crap, but I am too stubborn (i.e. DUMB) to go lie in bed, telling myself I will feel better at any moment and be able to continue working on SWARM OF FLYING EYEBALLS, which I am woefully behind on. Good thing I can write like a bat out of hell when the need arises. It will be arising soon, I suspect.

Anyone know the best thing for a stomach flu? Maybe some warm gingerale? Blah. Kill me.

My Brain is Possessed

So, as soon as I decide I'm not going to write anymore short stories for a while, what do you think happens? That's right, boys and girls, my lovely and homicidal muse decides to shit upon my head with countless ideas for short stories and begins to electrocute my brain until I start writing them down. On my pc, my laptop, in longhand in note books and even scribbling notes on the steamy bathroom mirror, which I have to get to by jumping out of the shower and racing over to it before the thought is gone, whisked away like a dandelion seed in a hurricane. WTF?

My brain is not my own. My thoughts are not my own. My stories are not my own. They come from somewhere else. I'm now positive of this. Perhaps it's a future me, zapping ideas into my head now to ensure that I have something to show for myself when that day comes that I too am whisked away like the aforementioned dandelion seed. Otherwise, the eternally-wise future me knows that instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing--stringing words and sentences together to form some semblence of what I laughingly call A STORY--I'll instead busy myself with things like counting how many pairs of Chucks I have (a lot!) and trying to learn the lyrics to Bree Sharp's classic tune "David Duchovny". (But, really, why WON'T he love me?)

Anyway, I think I need more coffee and perhaps another set of hands. Maybe then I could write two stories at once, doubling my pleasure and doubling my fun, but most importantly, shutting up that damn "haha, look at me, I'm so amusing" smug little muse.

I may have to start swatting at her with a rolled up magazine again. Which, of course, means hitting myself in the head and causing people to look at me weird. But, they don't know. They aren't writers. But, you guys understand, right?

RIGHT????

LAZY

I feel like a total bum today. It's going on 7 pm and I have done absolutely nothing except mess around on the web. No writing, no walking, no nothing. Part of it is that my hips are really hurting today. It started last night, so I took a bunch of meds, which totally zonked me out, causing me to sleep really late and feel sluggish all day. I think the house could have burned down around me and I never would have woken up. Another potential OD I guess. That brings the tally up to a few dozen, I think. But, alas, I am evidently impervious to drugs, even when mixed with alcohol. I AM IMMORTAL!!!

On a more serious note, (not really) I've been kind of digging that new Fox show Fringe. I hope the network gives it a chance.

I've been working on the book for Nick Cato, which is goofy and fun and I hope he likes it. Hoping to get it done soon and then it's on to another project for a Canadian publisher I really like. I actually might make November be the month for that novel. We'll see...

Reading The Spider's House by Paul Bowles. Just started it but so far, so good. I was in the mood for something a little more dense than the usual stuff and this definitely fits the bill.

Think that's about it in terms of updates. No witticisms today, probably because my brain is tapioca. MMMM. Yummy! (But not allowed)

BUSY

Whew! This writing gig is growing by leaps and bounds, which has taken me by surprise, to say the least. I never thought I'd be one of those people who have to start saying no to things, but here I am, completely overwhelmed by the amount of requests for stuff lately. And it's not even that bad, really. I don't know how others do it. Requests to read manuscripts is the first thing that is going to have to stop. As much as I love reading new stuff, it's just way too time consuming to have to read entire novels for the purposes of giving blurbs or writing introductions. I'm flattered beyond belief that some folks want things like that from me, but it's keeping me from my own work lately and until I'm caught up with that, the answer is going to have to be no for a while. It sucks, I know. But there it is.

Another thing that will probably not be happening for a while is short stories. I need to get caught up on all the books I'm supposed to be writing for various publishers, not to mention I'll soon be drowning in the editing pool for books that are already complete but need various degrees of revamping.

The next few months are going to be crazy. Big stuff is happening and I couldn't be more excited about it. Viva Ranalli!

love everywhere

I love my life. I love my friends, my animals, my job and I especially love the love of my life. I love my movie collection, my art--both created and collected--my big soft bed, the spring I play with (really a small Slinky) when I'm at my desk just fiddling around. All my little toys. My books, which are stacked everywhere I look and are bound to take over the whole house one day. I love my weird lava lamp (it has a personality!!!) I love the grapes I've been eating almost constantly for a few days now. I love the rainy Washington weather and the huge-ass slugs and worms it brings out every night. I probably even love you, if I know you at all, and if I don't, I'd probably love to be your friend.

Am I a love-crazy hippie chick? Probably, but love is better than hate any day of the week and life is just too short for that shit.

New interview

Conducted by none other than the great Mickey Z. himself.

Check it out here:

Mother Puncher: An interview with Gina Ranalli The Smirking Chimp

Mickey Z.

Mickey is a brilliant, brave man, an amazing writer and a fantastic public speaker. Listen to his words--pay close attention. He speaks the truth in a world where most people definitely do not want to hear it. Please take the time to watch these videos. You'll be glad you did.

Transmissions » Blog Archive » Mickey Z LIVE!! Bringing Sexy Back To Radical Politics

Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that he is also a seriously sexy beast!

I'm tagging all your asses (but especially Jodi's)

name: gina
dob: oct 14
loc: seattle WA
hometown: quincy MA

five details about you...

[x] vegan
[x] writer
[x] feminist
[x] democrat
[x] insane

five details about your appearance right now...
[x] element hoodie
[x] messy hair
[x] pleather boots
[x] jamba juice T
[x] yawning

five things you did today
[x] rolled out of bed
[x] walked the dog
[x] stared at the computer
[x] stressed about shit
[x] drank lots of coffee

five favorite groups...(in no particular order)
[x] rhcp
[x] marley
[x] dk’s
[x] misfits
[x] gorilla biscuits

five favorite movies...
[x] nightmare before christmas
[x] fear and loathing in lv
[x] fight club
[x] deathproof
[x] the big lebowski

five things that make you happy...
[x] writing
[x] not writing
[x] animals
[x] positivity
[x] guitars

five things that disgust you...
[x] cruelty
[x] apathy
[x] sexism
[x] racism
[x] homophobia

five things that don't impress you..
[x] skeletal women
[x] stuck-up writers
[x] fat wallets
[x] the state of florida
[x] suv’s

five things you can't live without...
[x] creativity
[x] my better half
[x] books
[x] coffee
[x] art

five things you'll do when you complete this...
[x] scratch my forehead
[x] drink my gatorade
[x] resist the urge to take a nap
[x] check my email
[x] work on my book

dumb old survey

This is from Jan. 8 '08:

Q: Kissed someone on your friends list - uh...no
Q: Been arrested?- hmm
Q: Kissed someone you didn't like? - probably when I was younger
Q: You like someone?- I "like" lots of someones
Q: Held a snake?- yep
Q: Been suspended from school?- haha...NEVER
Q: Sang in the shower?- nope
Q: Sat on a roof top?- a long time ago
Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?- no, thank god
Q: Broken a bone?- does my nose count?
Q: Shaved your head?- yep!
Q: Played a prank on someone?- haha..pretty much every day
Q: Had/have a gym membership?- nooooo
Q: Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?- unfortunately
Q: Donated Blood?- probably...can't remember
Q: Had your heart broken?- yes :(
Q: Broken someone's heart?- yes :(

"Who was the last person.......?"
1. You hung out with? THE SPECIAL K
2. You texted? K most likely
4. You went to the movies with? (what happened to 3?)I don't need no stinkin' movies!
5. You went to the mall with? are you crazy?
6. You talked to on the phone? K...she woke me up!!
7. Who made you laugh? everyone makes me laugh
8. You hugged? K again---

Would you rather...
1. Have white bread or wheat? wheat
2. Be serious or be funny? BAH HAHA...funny
3. Drink whole or skim milk? soy
4. Die in a fire or get shot? jeeze...shot I guess

---Choices---
1. Sun or moon?-- moon
2. Winter or Fall?-- fall...no, winter...no, fall. yes, definitely fall.
3. Left or right?-- huh?
4. Sunny or rainy? I like both
5. Hugs or kisses? both rule
6. Where do you live? washington STATE
7. Rock or Techno? definitely rock
8. Do you want to get married? I hope to someday
9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? twirl! silly survey, what kind of Italian do you take me for???
10. Do You Cook? with poor results...so, no
11. Current mood: groggy

In the last 72 hours have you...
1. Kissed someone? yep
2. Sang? haha...no
3. Been hugged? yep
4. Like someone you can't have? nope

Space Shot

So....I just came out of a five day cleanse. Very little food (mostly just fruit) or drink, except for water. No caffeine, which I thought would kill me and the first day I had the headache from hell but it slowly petered out until the last day when it was only vaguely annoying. Last night I finally ate a little bit of bread and pasta and my body said "WHAT THE FUCK????" haha. Drinking a cup of coffee now and feeling a bit spacy, but it's all good. I really missed my good buddy Java. It is probably the one vice I could never give up completely.

I did absolutely no writing during this time, but read quite a bit of Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman, highlighter always close at hand. The book is rather simplistic and far-fetched but still is full of good wisdom and beauty. I would recommend it to anyone seeking spiritual enlightenment. Just try and get past the almost childlike prose and you should be okay.

But, I think today is the day I get back to putting my own words on virtual paper and continue on with SLWV, which should have been finished eons ago. It's never taken me this long to finish a book, which is kinda pissing me off and I'm gritting my teeth and forcing myself forward out of sheer stubbornness. This book WILL be finished, hopefully this month.

Anyway, may these words find you in light and love, where and whoever you may be.

LOVE TO ALL!
g.

Jodi tagged me!

And I just now noticed. Well, here goes nothing...

My ex - is a psychopath
Maybe I should - get busy on that damn July novel!
I love - The mighty K, guitars, my animals...
People would say I am - pretty weird
I don’t understand - apathy
When I wake up in the morning - I usually discover that it is actually afternoon
I lost - my cellphone. again.
Life is full of - change. change is a law.
My past is something - that taught me how "not" to be.
I get annoyed when - people are intolerant idiots
Parties are - usually too crowded for me.
I wish - I had a cup of coffee. Oh wait. I do!
Dogs - are the court jesters of the animal kingdom
Cats - are the royalty of the animal kingdom
Tomorrow - is the 4th of July. Ugh.
I have a low tolerance for - intolerant idiots. still.
If I had a million dollars - I'd die of shock.
I’m totally terrified of - nothing. That doesn't mean I'm brave. It just means I'm not terrified of anything. ;)

Getting Better

It has been sunny here in Washington and that is a good thing. I haven't written anything in days and that is a bad thing, but I'm not getting down on myself about it. I'll be writing my ass off in just a few days, creating a brand-new bizarro horror novel along with my pals David, Jodi and Kody, who I think are writing straight-up horror novels. Not positive about that though. Either way, it's gonna be cool to get back in the saddle and see what floats to the top of the old noggin.

I seriously can't wait until we get a new president. It will be nice to be happy with our leader, to be proud to stand beside him (metaphorically) and not be embarrassed by his war and hate mongering and other various antics. That's assuming America has the brains to vote in the right guy and that said right guy doesn't turn into something besides what he says he is. Fingers crossed on that one.

I wonder if the people of China feel the same way about their government as some of us US citizens feel about our current one. I really despise the Chinese government and not only for what it has done to Tibet. They have commited so many travesties...it really bothers me if I think about it too much.

I also wonder if China had been invading a Christian country instead of a Buddhist one, if the US would have stepped in. Food for thought. I don't claim to know a lot about politics but I certainly know right from wrong.

Anyway, I guess it's all just flotsam in the wind, eh? The sad part of doing time on planet Earth.

On a lighter note, here is an interview I did with Ash Lomen over at Bizarro Central. Bizarro Central Forums - My interview with Gina Ranalli
One of my more oppositional moments. I thought he was just being goofy (he was!) and I was giving him goofy replies. I think it's funny though, even if no one else does. Ash is a cool dude and always cracks me up. I hope he writes a book one of these days.

I think I might have Thai food for dinner. Or homemade pizza. And beer. I am REALLY craving a beer.

PEACE, BABY!

Negative Space

For the last week or so I've been in this negative head space that I can't really seem to shake. I've been getting bombarded with all kinds of work-related requests, which is making me feel overwhelmed and sort of stressed, in addition just getting some bad vibes from someone who I consider a friend. I think part of feeling crappy might have to do with the weather--it is nearly July and still cold around here. Fucking blows.

I've been trying to improve my diet a lot too and have been pretty successful at it so far. Eating lots of good organic stuff, a lot of raw fruits and veggies. Cutting out as much processed food as possible, create as little waste as possible, etc... Most people don't stop to think about all that plastic and cardboard and such that come with their processed foods, so it's not only bad for them, but bad for the environment as well.

Also decided to go back to meditating, which should help a lot too. Getting back into the practice of it takes time though. We'll see how it goes.

I'm reading a whole bunch of books right now too. Five, I think, all of which are enjoyable in their very different ways. One of the books is Only Begotten Daughter by James Morrow, which kicks much ass and I find totally hilarious. My guess is that Morrow probably pisses off a whole lot of Christians though. It reminds me quite a bit of the Vic Mudd book Deity, actually. God's children sure know how to have a good time. haha.

But with all this reading I've been doing, I realize just how much growing I still have to do as a writer. Grow and grow and grow and never stop. That is the point of this insane life, I think. That and to surround yourself with special, loving, kind people and to recognize the bullshit when it comes your way, which it always does eventually.

LOVE TO ALL!

love love love love
love love love love

I was going through some old boxes about a week ago, which contained ancient notebooks and writings, mostly from my teenage years. Talk about hilarious and embarrassing both at the same time. Most of the stuff, I couldn't get past the first couple of paragraphs before groaning or giggling before moving onto the next thing. Talk about angst and waxing poetic. Good grief.

Most of my stuff was not very bizarro back then, though I did find one thing that had quite a few bizarro elements in it. The story is called GASOLINE STREAM and is basically about the whole world being on fire. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense but parts of it are very weird and funny. I thought I might release it as an APA novella, but as the APA is being revamped, I'm not really sure. I'm wondering if I should release it on my own, selling it as a very limited edition (but very inexpensive) chapbook. Or maybe offering it as a freebie to folks who buy a certain number of my other books at once. OR, maybe I'll just do nothing with it at all.

The rest of the stuff I found was mostly crap. A couple of pretty cool short stories, but not much else worth noting.

I'm also kind of stumped over the novel I'm supposed to do in July. I REALLY want to start a new one, but I really HAVE to finish an old one. Damn this being a libra crap! Making a decision--even a simple one--becomes this torturous, glacial process. Bah.

But, life is good. Allergies still suck, but life is good. :)

Hope whoever may come across this blog is having an outstanding day! Let's hug!

Beneath Seattle Skies

Hooray for Washington weather. It's been raining all day and this makes me happy. I love sunny weather too, but sometimes rainy days seem so perfect. Especially when it's not winter rain. I grew up in the Boston area where winters could get pretty damn nasty but now I always miss the snow. It snows here maybe a few times a year and never very much. A dusting here is a HUGE deal, which I find hilarious. "OH MY GOD! HALF AN INCH OF SNOW! LET'S DECLARE A STATE OF EMERGENCY AND CLOSE DOWN THE ENTIRE WESTERN SIDE OF THE STATE!!!" Pretty amusing.

Why am I going on about this? I have no idea...

I've concluded that I'm insane. Even though I already have roughly a gazillion things on my literary plate, I've decided to move forward with a micro-press I've been thinking about for some time. I just love the punk DIY ethos and know so many talented writers who should be read more widely and shared with any readers who have the balls to try someone/something new and different. This project will be very small-scale; no one will be getting rich--especially not me, but I don't give a shit about that and hope the writers get it too. We'll see, I guess. I probably won't even make a website for it. Just a myspace page: www.myspace.com/blooskize :)

I should mention that a piece of flash fiction I wrote was accepted by Coscom Entertainment for their upcoming zombie antho BITS OF THE DEAD, available for pre-order at Horror Mall. I'm really excited about the project and hope everyone else digs it too. (You'll find links in the--you guessed it!!--link section!!!)

Guess that's it for now. Love and best wishes to all and thanks for reading!!

If I Wasn't Vegan

I swear, I would eat my dog right now. She has been driving me frigging insane all day. Actually, for several days now. I have no idea what's gotten into her. She is a Border Collie/Australian Shepard and was so hyper/insane/needy as a puppy that I seriously thought I was going to need therapy to keep from killing her. Lately, she's been acting the way she did back then. (She recently turned five.) I've been trying to finish a book and I guess there is something about the sound of my keyboard because every time I start typing, she comes running with a ball, a squeaky toy, a plastic bottle she stole out of the recycle, a dish towel from the rack. (Did I mention she is also a thief? Worse than a ferret.) If I ignore her demands for attention, she will nudge me with her muzzle. Then whine. Then proceed to barking. Then jumping on me and barking some more. As I type this, she is barking. I keep having to keep deleting typos due to the fact that my chair goes rolling off and slamming into the bookcase to my right because she keeps leaping on me, sending me flying.
But, all things considered, she is very cute. At the moment, though, I think she would be even more cute if she were stuffed. Just sayin'.

The Third of Three

I can't believe I remembered my password for this thing. Lucky guess, really.

Anyway, I just thought I would jot down some of the happenings in my life these days. Anyone who would read this probably knows that the first bit of news is that my bizarro novel CHEMICAL GARDENS has been optioned for film. I guess you could say its "in developement". It was purchased for a young actress named Selena Gomez. I think her people are shopping it around to studios right now. The ones that were mentioned to me were Disney (uh oh!) and Warner Bros. (sweet!) The only director's name I heard was Tim Burton, but I really can't imagine that that could actually happen. That would just be KOOKY TO THE MAX!!! haha.

So, there's that. More info as it becomes available to me...

I also have a few books coming out soonish. The first one, from Afterbirth, called MOTHER PUNCHER, should be out within a month or two. I think...I'm just guessing here. Then there's SKY TONGUES, coming from Eraserhead in the fall, I believe. The last one is called RUMORS OF MY DEATH and will be released through Afterbirth's absurdist imprint, Bloo Skize. This one I'm pretty nervous about because it's actually the first full-length novel I ever wrote and is many years old. I sense a major re-write in my future.

Also, there are a few short stories coming out in various anthos, including one in the Graveside Tales' THE BEAST WITHIN and another in Horror Library Vol.3. I feel like I'm forgetting something, but I can't remember what now. Ugh.

I'm spaced because of the amount of Benedryl I've been having to take lately. The weed pollen here in Washington has been through the roof for about a week, I guess. Maybe longer. It's making me miserable as hell. I'm considering getting allergy shots since I've been taking about twice the recommended dose of those pills and still feeling like crap.

Let's see..anything else...hmm...

My mind just went junkie blank so I suppose that's it. Tune in next time when I'll be talking about Particle Men and The Alone Hole. Or maybe not. Maybe I just made up those titles on the spot. In fact, I think I did. haha.