Um, who in the hell runs down a road at night?
Today I got an email from Quarterly West telling me my short story collection was a finalist for their book contest. This is another way of saying I did not win.
This same collection was finalist for the Spokane Book Prize last year. And so on…
Somebody fucking publish my collection already.
So I was pretty pissed this morning. I needed pain. Like above video pain.
Fartlek AND Tabata!
3 min 6:00 pace 3 min 6:00 pace
4 min 6:00 pace 3 min 5:56 pace
3 min 5:56 pace 3 min 5:52 pace
Then the Tabata Protocol right after.
Here is workout tip. I call it the “Yawn” test. If you want a sure-fire way to judge the seriousness of a workout, one that increases fitness as opposed to only sustaining your current level, ask one question: Are you yawning immediately after? Like feeling you need a nap, now. Seriously, only a few workouts–esp if you are in shape–will have this effect. It’s a good way to measure your intensity. To assure yourself you are elevating the stress on the body, to get to the next level, the next, the…
Oh man did I just yawn. My legs whimper like secondhand flowers. There is a red dye of rational in my lung-works. Exhale, inhale, hear a click of good.
Hayden’s Ferry took one too, about Che Guevara’s omelets.
I’ll link to all of that stuff when it comes out later, later, later.
I finished the new Quick Fiction 15. Strong, and great variety of style/voice/language flux. It did lean a little heavy on realism for my taste, but that’s not entirely true. A foot does go off walking (Taylur Thu Hien Ngo) and Andrew Michael Roberts drops some luscious language-centered glee on the mirrors of our eyeballs.
I like “Clerk” by Stefan Kiesbye. It is about a promiscuous 60 year old woman. and the young man who sold her running shoes. I would like to see more stories involving running shoes and sex. Some of the best were written by Andre Dubus.
I like “Flight to Maui” by Jen Marquardt. “Her neck was bent like a Klimt painting…” Word on that.
The best was “Heist” by Elizabeth Ellen. I read it several times. It is damn good, like cold air through cracks of the mind, under doors. It has word-play and more authors need to word play now. It felt human and real to me and I think that’s why we do this. To feel less alone in our meanderings. To make someone feel less alone. Also, in a sad way, which is the best way, it is funny.
To figure things out.