Guess what I just finished doing with my kids?
Anyhow, my weekend thing. Got off the pot today and started wrapping up the first draft of the Dead Bait story, starting the edits after a bit more in the way of grocery shopping. In the same not, Cate Gardner has received her first acceptance of 2009, much later than I expected. Seriously, Cate is a pro in a dabbler's world. This woman needs an agent and a contract just so I can say "Oh, yeah, I know her on the internet!". Great writer, and a friendly person. Congrats Cate!
Outside of that, not much going on at Casa Del Tabler. We had company over last night, and agreed to do a weekly potluck rotating between three houses. On the bright side, we may be moving again from a rental home to one we own. My sister is moving out to the country with her husband, and if she does they're offering to sell us their Ranch Home at the price they paid for it about 7-8 years ago. It was a foreclosure home at that point, and has a lot of work that was done to remodel it since, so getting it at that low of a price is a steal for us. We'll see how it pans out.
Finished a few short-shorts this month, and I realized that since I've become a father of babies again my horror mind tends to go towards the evils and fears of child-rearings, from zombie stillbirth to demonic, cannibalistic infants, down to the fear that something out of our power can hurt a child (think my fear of snakes...I hate snakes, yet have this worry one will somehow crawl through our heating vents and end up in the crib). "Trolling Nature's Bounty", my Dead Bait story, is a nice break from that, and injects a little dark humor in.
Now, my end of the year submission wrap-up:
"No Deductible" at Weird Tales
"Tribe of Harry" at Annalemma
"Parable of Judas" at St. Anne's Review
"Ain't Gonna Dig No More" at Abyss & Apex
A few more that came back, getting sent back out today.
No, to drive for diapers and Happy Meals!
Peace,
J.C. Tabler
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Poop: It's Everywhere
Labels:
babies,
Cate Gardner,
children,
Dead Bait,
Fatherhood,
Fears,
stories,
writing
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A 'ranch house' is conjuring fantastic images for me - I'm seeing cows and horse. (Please don't destroy the image).
Good luck with Dead Bait - I'm feeling left out as I haven't had a single idea for it.
Oh, and my 2009 has been full of poop. :)
I hope the real-estate deal goes through. That would be a sweet deal.
Ah, snakes. I found a five foot python (only a baby) in our toliet once.
Good luck with your Bait story. I had a great time with mine. It is nice that I am not the only one who has a story out to Annalemma.
Really good luck with the house. I will have my fingers crossed on that one for you.
Ooh, I want a happy meal! I don't think I've ever had one : )
I know what you mean about how kids can affect the horror-bone. I re-read Pet Semetary when my daughter was about 16 months old and went COLD when poor little Gauge went chasing after his ill-fated kite.
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