So . . . I have some shitty news. (It’s been that kind of week.) I’ve learned that, if I ever want to be published, most publications require something called “first publishing rights” — meaning that they want to be able to brag and say they were the first to ever expose your stuff to the world.
Which means that, if it’s up on a blog, they don’t get that.
And I really, really want to get published one day. The stuff on here, for the most part, are pieces that I couldn’t publish because they’re too short, or have tone problems, or aren’t good enough, in my opinion. The pieces that are up at present will stay up, most likely. But the things that I most want to share with the world — like the Queer Tales — I won’t be able to post from now on.
Which is a ginormous pile of suck, and for that I am sorry.
What this means for The Hangover, though, is that content will change. I don’t know if I’ll still post poetry on here, because I don’t know if I’m going to submit anything to poetry journals. Fiction is where I want to go — so realistically, that is what I should be submitting for review. Which means that the fiction will mostly have to stop appearing here. Which, unfortunately, leaves you lovely readers with my rants and stories and rambly things.
I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.