In celebration of Britney Spears' losing 25 pounds, I'm going on a diet for two minutes and declaring this post my "Speak Like Britney Post," y'all. Cuz I'm Southern like that. Okay, I'm really not.
Anyways, pick up this week's copy of the Free Press, y'all, cuz my story, "Transmission Ended" is in it, y'all!
For people familiar with my work (all three of you), "Transmission Ended" is something I've never done before. Its' my first attempt at 'straight fiction' (no gay jokes, please), meaning this isn't a horror piece. Nobody gets maimed, killed or goes nuts. Nobody takes drugs, does questionable things to animals or children, or engages in illicit or illegal bahavior. There are no monsters, human or otherwise, and no one is wearing kohl eyeliner (unless one of the characters put some on when I wasn't looking). It does, however, involve a gay man. What, you expected me to write a completely straight story?
It took a lot of courage for me to write it, and even more to actually send it out. I'd like to thank Sarge Lacuesta, the mag's Literary Editor, for accepting it. It's my first time to be published in this magazine (granted, it was also my first time to send them something). My new story coincides with the mag's "new look," so I'm even more honored.
I hear it'll be available on Saturday. Go out and grab yourselves a copy, y'all.