HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.
6th May 2009I 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.]
6th May 2009 at 9:44 pm
your excitement is cute
6th May 2009 at 9:46 pm
i hope our pieces are on opposite, facing pages, cuz then, well, um, you know,
6th May 2009 at 10:38 pm
Congratulations.
6th May 2009 at 11:26 pm
ROCK
6th May 2009 at 11:43 pm
You diserve it, is the poem online?
7th May 2009 at 12:43 am
i only want to read books that are about me
is this one about me?
7th May 2009 at 4:29 am
Glitter confetti, eh? That is some serious rejoicing.
7th May 2009 at 8:04 am
Now that, my little puppies, is indeed the dogz plotters. I mean bollocks. I am over the bone. I mean moon.
7th May 2009 at 6:44 pm
you are a hott piece of ass.
7th May 2009 at 10:10 pm
Aw, thank you nice people.
And yes, Chris East, it’s all about you. I promise baby. Swear to god.
15th May 2009 at 12:43 pm
it must be so cool to be you! congrats :)