Verve – Life Goals

Growing up I wanted to be a published short story writer.  My stories would be published in genre collections and magazines.  The stories are collected in anthologies, where a shared cosmology – Pentapolis of the Valley – links the shorts, cycles, and novellas.  My fiction career allows me to publish articles and essays in literary journals.  Favorite topics of mine include: Emily Bronte, graphic novels, social equity, and the works of Caitlin R. Kiernan.  I write cultural think pieces for mainstream magazine and newspapers.  Eventually, my non-fiction works are collected.

The success of writing career gives me the ability to move to New York City, in its West Village.  I get to rub shoulders with artists at weekend parties while spending weekdays in discussion with critics.

My bibliography allows me opportunities to be guest editor, playwright, and historian.  I spend 1 year as a guest editor-in-chief at Heavy Metal magazine, selecting critically acclaimed European &Asian translations and indie creators.  I lead the magazine in an open submission that publishes two unpublished creative teams.  Working at Heavy Metal allows me to work with the premier graphic, fine, and sequential artists in illustrating my NEON/ECN short stories.  The decisions acquisitions and discoveries that I make have me become a curator of graphic fiction.

Re-Read SILK: Introduction

Silk by Caitlin R Kiernan            I first read Caitlin R. Kiernan’ Silk on a train ride returning to college freshman year.  Her usage of words and compounding nouns to colors creating imagery pulled upon collective memory to produce emotion was angry, hurt, and younger version of the Southern Gothic Writers (Toni Morrison and Carson McCullers) I enjoyed.  Her frustrated with life’s reality had reflected my own by this point.  With that book, and all the followed, Caitlin R. Kiernan became a writer whose books I purchased, on the strength of previous work, on release day.

            Like all the characters in Silk I wanted more from life, to achieve the dreams that I dreamt for my grown-up self.  In my first reading, the weight of pain of characters’ life was lost upon me because I was still in the midst of my own and was unable to identify it.  The pain that characters radiated bloomed from their queerness, their ability to perceive and reconfigure the world so that it reflects their identity.  While Kiernan was able to infuse the characters with knowledge of their uniqueness, I was still constructing mine and so did not see that my lack of knowledge was the source of my repressed anger.