Oh boy I've been published in 2014. Almost unbelievable. Not only that, but I intro the antho with my short story, "Hemosexual."
The piece was accepted before Michael died and written before I even met him. (I reworked it after its acceptance.) "Hemosexual" is one of those stories (and I have very few, as I find the promise of payment embarrassingly inspirational) that I had to write, though I knew at the time it would never see the light of a computer screen. Too weird.
Times have changed. Maybe I'm not weird; maybe I'm transgressive.
If I weren't before, I'm pretty sure I am now.
So here's the thing: It's an e-book, just published by Burning Book Press, edited by Remittance Girl.
Here's what it looks like:
Did I mention that my story introduces the anthology?
Hahaha I just linked to myself. Oh shameless one! (It was an experiment . . .) You want proof? I'll give it to you:
Preface by Remittance Girl
Hemosexual by Madeline Moore
I've been reading the anthology since I got my contributor's copy and there's something in it for everyone!
That's a lie.
It's about the eroticism of body modification. But Remittance Girl describes it better than I can so just go buy the book and read the preface. Wet yer whistle on this:
...sexual desire . . . may be born in the mind, but it is always lived in the body.Slippery sapiophiles yer already panting for more . . .
Some of us you've read before and some of us you haven't. All of us are talented. How else do you suppose we got into the anthology? There's no bribe big enough or beg grovelly enough to blur the clarity of Remittance Girl's editorial eye.
Then you can be part of the conversation. It promises to be a good one.
Burning Book Press
Drive Thru Fiction
photo of grovelling button from rossrightangle
All other photos from the private collection of Madeline Moore :P