In which Mark says, “Fuck it,” and moves on

Received a rejection notice late on a Saturday night (an appropriate time for rejection and second only to Monday morning) for Company Car from Weird Tales. This says a few things about the sender and the receiver: first that editors work ungodly hours; and second that I have no life if I'm checking email late… Continue reading In which Mark says, “Fuck it,” and moves on

Teh internet as an excuse for sloppiness

I recently read a blog post that advocated spelling, and by extension revision, is only for the weak and timid. Bullshit. The internet is full of content by people that is dashed off at a frenzied pace and posted without any further regard. Perhaps because time is short and there's just so much information out… Continue reading Teh internet as an excuse for sloppiness