Started the morning off with a rejection on some new poems. Blech. Poems are so f-ing hard. At least, they are for me. Poetry was/is my first love. Long before I wrote fiction or essays or novellas, I wrote poems. And yet, there’s still something so difficult about them — I feel like I’m stuck three-quarters of the way to understanding poetry, and I haven’t made it over the final hump yet. Someday, someday…
The good news is that on the heels of the rejection comes the news that my short story, “Good Kitty,” has been accepted for the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 9, edited by the talented and prolific Maxim Jakubowski. This is my second time subbing to this collection, and my second yes, so I’m pretty chuffed. Not to mention that “Good Kitty” is one of the stories that people suggested I send. That pretty much rocks!
The story, which is about pussy play (kitten play? cat play?) was originally published in Alison Tyler’s collection, K Is for Kinky (Erotic Alphabet). So, thank you, Alison for giving this naughty little pussy a home!
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.
“All right, said the cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.” — Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland