Someone actually let me have a book. My first collection of fiction is on sale. You can even enjoy a Kindle edition.
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From what cause I, of course, cannot say.
Of course, from what cause I cannot say.
Of course, I cannot say from what cause.
From what cause, of course, I cannot say.
I cannot say from what cause, of course.
From what cause I cannot, of course, say.
From what cause I cannot say, of course.
I cannot say, of course, from what cause.
TWO REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS
ONE
The last movie I saw was set in present day but the young protagonist had an answering machine. When is Hollywood going to give that up? Nobody younger than 50 has an answering machine and only seven people fifty or older have them—and four of those are broken and the dudes just won’t throw them away. That’s not a lot of answering machines! If they haven’t stopped making them entirely, they will soon.
Sorry, screenwriters. You’ll have to find another device to clue us in on important narrative details.
TWO
Later this month, the Uptown Collective’s Led Black Book Club will feature my collection, Steal Me for Your Stories. Drop by APT 78 in Washington Heights at 1pm on Feb. 25. I’ll read you a story.
This is probably as close as I will have to a book release party, so … let’s party. More info is here, and it’s so fancy you have to RSVP. Do you know what RSVP stands for? Yes, Retired Senior Volunteer Program. That’s an important program. RSVP is also a track by The Bloodhound Gang from the 2000 album Hooray for Boobies.
HOORAY!
EVERY DOG IS A KILLER IN HER HEART
A man on the street said, “Can you help me? I’m poor.” I handed him a banana and he said, “Everything you need to know about life you can learn by watching animals,” and he peeled it by pinching off the black spot at the bottom, not by pulling the stem. “I speak several languages, including toddler, and I’ve picked flowers from rhinoceros horns. Every ritual is forced upon us.” He ate the banana and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, looked around, stared into shop windows, eyed the pedestrians, regarded the traffic. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a faded tattoo of a sleeve. “All we know are assemblages.”
If you are not afraid when you write, then you are not writing anything important.

I have some great news. My first book, Steal Me for Your Stories, is available for pre-order. This collection of short stories took me several years to write and being only a few months away from holding it in my hands is pretty thrilling.
Also, I’m donating everything I make from this book to a trust for my late cousin’s family, so even if you think the stories suck you can at least know it wasn’t a total waste of money.
The collection is with an independent press so it is going to rely heavily on word-of-mouth for its success. An independent book usually sells a few hundred copies, if the author is lucky. Expectations are low when you don’t get plugged in The New York Times, have no advertising budget and don’t have displays in bookstore windows. The Twilight series sells millions.
My goal is to sell at least a thousand copies the first year to puff some really garlicky breath into the wealthy faces of every vampire novelist.
Selling out the pre-order is important for some money/PR reason I don’t fully understand. (Hype?) So if you know anyone else who you think might be interested in this book, you’d be doing me a great favor by passing the word along.
You can also help me out, if I can keep asking for favors, by leaving a review or a rating on Goodreads and Amazon. Assuming you like it, of course.
Thanks for reading this long, boring plea for assistance. The book will be more enjoyable.
Cheers,
Robb
Every Moment Is Lovely, Yes is up and I was so thrilled to be included that I wrote them a postcard to brag about an accomplishment I am very proud of. Thanks, Wigleaf. You’re nice people.
MUD LUSCIOUS PUBLISHED A STORY (?) OF MINE
Mud Luscious Issue No. 17 has a lot of good words and they were kind enough to include a very few of mine: He Brushes His Teeth Just to Call Her.
It’s a very short story … but is it a story? I dunno. Maybe. Or maybe it’s something else. Whetever it is, it is definitely words.
Read it aloud. It’s better that way.
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