The Genres Get Married

Your brother, Sci-Fi, is already drunk and drifting off near a gardenia arrangement, probably spacing out. Kooky Aunt Magical Realism is in The Front Row in a funny hat, primed to catch the bouquet when it's thrown. You can't place it, but something's always been off about her.

Writer’s Report 4

Well, that's September down the drain. October, here I come--but first, let's take our monthly pause and look back on all the weird shit we searched in pursuit of being better writers. Personally, I think I've gained a lot of wisdom since August. How about you?