HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

6th May 2009

I am in the annual print anthology of Dogzplot Flash Fiction.

My little piece is going to rub itself all shameless upon the tender yummy bits of writers like Barry Graham, Sean Lovelace, Brandi Wells, Sam Pink, Mike Young, Robb Todd, and (my PIFFLE girl) xTx.

I am running around the house singing We’re in the Money, throwing handfuls of glitter confetti and looking for the lube.

[Seriously though, you should pre-order. Not because I’m in it - although I am - but because these guys, they care about you. They care about writing. They care about America.]

11 responses

  1. krammer comments:

    your excitement is cute

  2. xtx comments:

    i hope our pieces are on opposite, facing pages, cuz then, well, um, you know,

  3. drodbar comments:

    Congratulations.

  4. Robb Todd comments:

    ROCK

  5. mariana comments:

    You diserve it, is the poem online?

  6. chris east comments:

    i only want to read books that are about me
    is this one about me?

  7. Jim Murdoch comments:

    Glitter confetti, eh? That is some serious rejoicing.

  8. An Unreliable Witness comments:

    Now that, my little puppies, is indeed the dogz plotters. I mean bollocks. I am over the bone. I mean moon.

  9. ellie comments:

    you are a hott piece of ass.

  10. Ani Smith comments:

    Aw, thank you nice people.

    And yes, Chris East, it’s all about you. I promise baby. Swear to god.

  11. Tracy comments:

    it must be so cool to be you! congrats :)

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