This past Sunday morning, I went to Google see if the magazine had become available and discovered that it had. As always, the cover looks really, really cool.
So, to friends and family and all the ships at sea, this fine magazine is now available for purchase, directly from the Necrotic Tissue website or from Amazon.Com.
Pick up a copy! Support your wastrel brother and friend!
You'll be glad you did.
I've mentioned before my own ambivalence about my story ("Is it really any good? Are they just being nice to me? Am I just pulling the wool over their eyes?") emotions perhaps familiar to the more neurotic among us.
But I get that same feeling any time something I've written gets put into print. Because now, it's out there . . . for all the world to see . . . and there's no taking it back.
And so, with these emotions on my mind, after learning the story was out there, I decided to grab my bag and take a long walk around my new city. It was a beautiful sunny day with temperatures in the seventies.
I walked the few blocks down to the waterfront, to stare at the beautiful skyline of waterfront condos and marinas packed with thousands of boats.
It was such a nice day, I grabbed my camera from my bag and took a few snapshots.
Still, I continued my brooding. I walked along the waterfront, past dozens of long docks mooring hundreds of sailboats each.
I stopped at one point, to lean on a fence overlooking the water, all the while still wondering:
Is it really good? Are they just being nice to me? Am I just pulling the wool over their eyes?
Then, I opened my own eyes and saw this (click for big version):
What it means? I have no idea.
But for those who have read (or will read) the story, you'll understand there is perhaps a double-dose of synchronicity in the image above.
Made me feel a little bit better, anyway.
On a related note . . .
Before composing this post, I learned that my friend, the marvelously talented writer Aaron Polson, has already received his copy of the magazine and has provided a review of it on his excellent Skull Salad Reviews blog.
I'm embarrassed to report in this space the kind things he said about my story, however please click the link above and read all about it.
All I can say to Aaron is I can't thank you enough.
It really means a lot.
And the check's in the mail . . .