I'm really working hard to find the right home for each story. I have been noticing more and more lately how my work is evading pigeon-holing. Some of my stories are totally slipstream, some are sci-fi, while others are gritty, realistic portrayals of life. Because I am so fascinated with mental illness (hence my work as a therapist), I feel like I am walking this weird, semi-psychotic tightrope between the real and unreal. I use magic as a metaphor for the inscrutable and unjustifiable things that happen to humans. I live in this liminal space, balancing light and darkness, sometimes falling a little deeper into the dark.
For those of you that follow my "Currents" blog and read the tiny little excerpts that I cut (ouch!) and share with you, or if you are a friend or family member that has been forced to listen to/read the millions of drafts that my work moves through, these three stories flew away into the internet today: Eggs, Blood Moons, and Johnny Hit and Run. I wish my darlings luck, and hope that their homes are found. If not, there are more literary, internet hobbit-holes to seek out. No matter how much my fingers bleed.