It's Valentine's Day, and what better way to celebrate than the taste of literary eroticism at FeatherLit. Their first issue debuts today, and yours truly has a story in it, Safe Word.
I have to admit, I never thought that I'd be in a mag with "erotic" in its description, but then again, I didn't think I'd be in one that had "literary" in it either. And I'll confess, my story isn't all that erotic, but hopefully it will make you laugh.
And that leads me to some thinky thoughts about my writing, what I like to write, and how it seems to be different from what editors like to accept. I've got a trunkful of dark fantasy stories exploring motherhood from a monster's point of view, and I love them to death. But the only two that I've managed to get accepted are humorous stories. The first, A Nice Jewish Golem, is one of my Mothers and Monsters stories, but it's the only one that's outright funny. And Safe Word isn't about mothers or monsters at all.
It's too nice a day to have an existential crisis about my writing. Maybe next week.
