Where Did You Come From, C.B.,
Where Did You Go?
I’m back—and it’s been busy.
I’ve been swimming through a sea of essays, stories, edits, and query letters these past couple months—and loving it.
One essay ran in the spring issue of Man’s World Magazine, titled “We’re All Far Right Now.” It’s a hoot: a bizarre, humorous account of my son coming home from a California public school and telling me about so-called native two-spirits. I’ll have it up here in a few weeks, once the exclusivity period is up.
Another was published in County Highway (the beautiful brainchild of Walter Kirn and David Samuels). It’s called “The Cards We’re Dealt”—something I wrote for my dad. He read it the other day and told me it choked him up pretty good. Good. I’ll post it here once CH’s longer exclusivity wraps up. If you already subscribe to them, you can read it here.
And a third essay, “Muddy Waters,” just got picked up. It’s a rough one—but a good one—about losing my mom earlier this year and going home to revisit a place, a house, and a life that everyone keeps trying to convince me was one of privilege. That’ll be up here within the month.
TWO BIG UPDATES:
First, some of you beautiful people have started dipping your toes into the paid subscriber pool. That’s amazing, humbling, and deeply appreciated. Thank you. It means the world that anyone cares enough about what I write to pay for it.
Second, I finished a short story collection I’ve been working on for a while. It’s currently making the rounds with the tiny microcosm of publishers who still publish fiction and don’t roll their eyes at my worldview. (That list is smaller than you’d think.)
More to come,
—C.B.