Story promotion: “Safe as Houses”

So a couple of things about “Safe as Houses,” which you can find over at Gallery of Curiosities in a variety of audio formats for your listening pleasure:

  1. I have a writing bucket list, and one of the things on it is to have a story on a podcast. And now I do!  Sarah Heiner reads it, and does an excellent job–she hits the tone I had in my head exactly.[1]  
  2. The first draft of this was exactly 300 words long, without my even trying (yes, Facebook friends, this is that story).  I, of course, immediately destroyed that via revision, but whatever–it happened, it was cool, the end.
  3. There are no Teachouts in this story, but you can find a reference to this house in “The Drowned Man,”[2] if you go looking hard enough. (The house is in San Xavier–not that you can tell–but this story takes place much closer to the present day than the girls’ stories do.) 
  4. “The Automat’s Automaton” by Angela Enos is the other story on the podcast, and it’s also really cool.

1 [back] No, I have totally not listened to the podcast like more than five or six times since it went up, what?

2 [back]I would, quite frankly, be delighted if someone found the reference to this one in “Drowned Man” and told me about it.  Just saying.  Like, I might write a Teachout drabble or a random poem for someone.

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Two stories out today!

One of them I knew about, one of them a surprise.

“The Lost Languages of Exiles” is up at Metaphorosis!  It’s a love story set in the same universe as Dropping Slow.

“Safe as Houses” is up on the Gallery of Curiosities podcast!  It’s also a love story, of a sort.  No Teachouts to be found, but it is set in their world.

(I am currently battening down the hatches for Hurricane Irma, so I will post a bit more about both of these when I have a little more time–and, I hope, electricity.  We’re not in the direct path of the storm, but close enough to prepare.)

poem by me (Pismo Beach quote is Bugs Bunny’s; ‘Now the work at home begins’ is from “What’d I Miss” in Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda)

The text (because it’s so tiny in the photo):

We stand below
(no matter where you keep
your TV
your computer
your radio
we’re always standing below for this)
and side by side.
(Hi there.  Hello.)
There are so many of us,
not cheering
or applauding;
linking arms and watching.

So here we are
(Pismo Beach and all the clams we can eat!)
Line (in the sand) crossed, marked by
the star-studded (oh, wait) event
in the cold, by that hand
(nope, not going to say it)
on that Bible.

Months of what if
(maybe it’ll be
who knows
makes no sense
no predicting
totally predicting
worry
fundraising
anger
grief
what the actual fuck?)
are over.
Now we’ll see.
Now it starts.
“Now the work at home begins.”


This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU. You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signal boost.

Today we have a work in progress, due to a migraine and resultant brain-fog. I read an article recently talking about Lazarus the musical and when Bowie starred in The Elephant Man, and I’ve had those Bowie lyrics in my head for a day or so.  I’m happy with that image of thinking your bones into a new configuration, but I wish the words were better?

Ah well, I’ll poke at it again tomorrow.  (Also I wrote as notes the stuff I usually just think as I write, so you get the full effect of my writing process.  My actual notes to myself tend to be things like “add image here” or “make this make sense.”)


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Oh god, we’ve resorted to limericks and it’s only the 15th.

poem by me, stick figures of the husband and myself.

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