Thursday, June 10, 2021

Audio Series: In the Belly of the Bell-Shaped Curve


Our audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen."  was iriginally hatched in a NYC club during BEA back in 2012. It's a fun little series, where authors record themselves reading an excerpt from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.

Today, Michael Carter reads an excerpt from his debut novel In The Belly Of The Bell-Shaped Curve. Michael graduated from Indiana University with a bachelor's degree in English and the Indiana University Robert H. McKinney School of Law with a Doctor of Jurisprudence. He practiced law for years as a trial lawyer. Later, he worked in state government as a deputy attorney general and as chief counsel for a state agency that provides support to the impoverished and those in need. “In the Belly of the Bell-Shaped Curve” is his first book. To learn more about Carter, please visit

Click on the soundcloud bar below to hear Michael read from his debut.

What the book is about: 

Turk is a frustrated claims adjuster for a large insurance company and has developed a plan that will free him from his boring life and make him rich. If successful, his plan will liberate a vast majority of human beings from the drudgery and monotony of their jobs. Turk hopes to create the Primo-Primate Project and train chimpanzees to operate technology like cash registers or machines used in manufacturing. Consumers would be able to buy the chimps as surrogate workers, in turn freeing humanity from the mundane and dull. Due to his job, Turk has access to the personal information of policyholders. To finance his project, he develops a scheme to embezzle money from the company by creating a fictitious claimant who suffers an injury. Once he crosses the line into white-collar crime, Turk’s life spirals out of control. He wanted excitement and more—and now, he’s got it, as he faces either madness or revelation.

Monday, June 7, 2021

David Leo Rice's Would You Rather

 Bored with the same old fashioned author interviews you see all around the blogosphere? Well, this series is a fun, new, literary spin on the ole Would You Rather game. Get to know the authors we love to read in ways no other interviewer has. I've asked them to pick sides against the same 20ish odd bookish scenarios....

David Leo Rice

Would you rather write an entire book with your feet or with your tongue?

 Definitely my feet—I need to drink plenty of coffee while writing, so it’d be pretty hard if my mouth were otherwise engaged.


Would you rather have one giant bestseller or a long string of moderate sellers?

 One giant bestseller, so I could live off the royalties from that and then write the rest of my books with no commercial concern at all.


Would you rather be a well-known author now or be considered a literary genius after you’re dead?

 This is a tricky one. If I can interpret the second option as “being considered a literary genius after I’m dead, but knowing now that this will happen,” then I’d be tempted by that. If not, then definitely being well-known during my lifetime.


 Would you rather write a book without using conjunctions or have every sentence of your book begin with one?

 Have every sentence begin with one. That might actually be exciting to try, whereas no conjunctions… I can’t see myself running with that.


Would you rather have every word of your favorite novel tattooed on your skin or always playing as an audio in the background for the rest of your life?

I have a fear of needles, so the tattoo option would be pretty dark, but I don’t see how I could not choose it. Having it play in the background would render almost everything else impossible—unless it were low enough that I could normalize and in time start to ignore it (and perhaps I’m underestimating my own ability for normalization, as we all do on occasion… who knows what’s playing in the background right now that we’re not hearing anymore?).


Would you rather write a book you truly believe in and have no one read it or write a crappy book that comprises everything you believe in and have it become an overnight success?

 Definitely overnight success, because that would free me up to write books I truly believed in afterwards (even if they had to be under a pseudonym, depending on how crappy my overnight success turned out to be).


Would you rather write a plot twist you hated or write a character you hated?

  A character I hated, if I can interpret that as meaning “a character who represents a person I’d hate”… this kind of character could still be quite productive and illuminating to work with.


Would you rather use your skin as paper or your blood as ink?

 Blood as ink, though only narrowly. Both would be grim, but at least my blood would more quickly replenish itself, and yield a higher volume to work with.


 Would you rather become a character in your novel or have your characters escape the page and reenact the novel in real life?

 Both seem pretty close to my process already, so I could go either way. Since I have to choose, I’d have the characters escape and reenact the novel in real life. That way, I could write a new novel about this process, which would fit pretty well with the novels I’ve written so far, which all involve reenactment in different forms. It would be a nice next step, actually.


Would you rather write without using punctuation and capitalization or without using words that contained the letter E?

 I’d try it without the letter E, if only to partake in such a classic experiment. I don’t know much about Chicago or Miami, but it would be nice to get my head out of New York and Los Angeles for a while. And I could always include my hometown of Northampton.


 Would you rather have schools teach your book or ban your book?

 Ban! That would be a cool distinction, and it would almost certainly guarantee a higher readership among the students. This one’s a win-win.


Would you rather be forced to listen to Ayn Rand bloviate for an hour or be hit on by an angry Dylan Thomas?

Hmm, I’d be kind of fascinated to hear Rand’s in-person bloviations, and to see how they compared with those in her books.


Would you rather be reduced to speaking only in haiku or be capable of only writing in haiku?

This might be the hardest one so far. No good option, as far as I can tell. I guess speaking in haiku, though it’d be a bitter pill to swallow, as I’ve always enjoyed long, drawn-out conversations. I suppose I could speak in many haikus in succession.


 Would you rather be stuck on an island with only the 50 Shades series or a series in a language you couldn’t read?

 Ha, also tricky! If I could slowly teach myself the language of the other series, that might be intriguing, but if I had no prior knowledge and no reference materials, that’d be pretty tough. So, 50 Shades it is. And in fairness, I’ve never read it, so maybe I’d be pleasantly surprised.


Would you rather critics rip your book apart publicly or never talk about it at all?

 I’d like to say rip it apart publicly, though I can’t tell how I’d feel if that actually happened. Still, anything’s better than total indifference.


Would you rather have everything you think automatically appear on your Twitter feed or have a voice in your head narrate your every move?

 This is a great one! I’d go for the narrator—and maybe then have that voice narrate my Twitter feed as well, so I could ignore it.


 Would you rather give up your computer or pens and paper?

 Pens and paper. I do write notes and edits longhand, but the computer is the center of my process these days.


Would you rather write an entire novel standing on your tippy-toes or laying down flat on your back?

 Lying down. I think it was Truman Capote who called himself a “fully horizontal novelist,” and said that he needed to be “lying and sipping, sipping and lying,” in order to compose. If it worked for him, I’m game to try it.


Would you rather read naked in front of a packed room or have no one show up to your reading?

 Naked. You only live once, right?


David Leo Rice is a writer from Northampton, MA, currently living in NYC. He’s the author of the novels A Room in Dodge City, A Room in Dodge City Vol. 2, ANGEL HOUSE, and The New House, coming in 2022. His debut story collection, Drifter, is out this June. He’s online at:

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Page 69: The Paradox Twins

 Disclaimer: The Page 69 Test is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a part of. I loved the whole idea of it and so I'm stealing it specifically to showcase small press titles - novels, novellas, short story collections, the works! So until the founder of The Page 69 Test calls a cease and desist, let's do this thing....

In this installment of Page 69, 

We put Joshua Chaplinsky's The Paradox Twins to the test

Set up page 69 for us. What are we about to read?


This is a scene in which Max Langley, the more successful of the titular twins, is giving a reading at his local independent bookstore for his latest release—the third and final book in his epic YA sci-fi trilogy, The War For Anthropica. His brother Alan and their next door neighbor, Millie, are in attendance. There is also a glimpse of the "webmaster" in the form of a footnote. He is the unseen-assembler of the story we are reading, commenting and manipulating from the fringe. 


What is your book about?


The Paradox Twins is the story of estranged twin brothers who reunite at their father's funeral to discover they no longer look alike. They move into their father’s house to settle his affairs, only to reignite old rivalries and uncover long-hidden secrets, most of which involve the young woman who lives next door.  It is told in an epistolary format, comprised of excerpts from various memoirs, novels, screenplay adaptations, and documents of public record. It is is an experimental, sci-fi ghost story about the scariest, most unknowable quantity there is—family.


Do you think this page gives our readers an accurate sense of what the book is about? Does it align itself with the book’s overall theme?


I feel like it would be nigh impossible for any one page of this book to give the perfect example of what it is about, but if you included a few paragraphs in either direction, page 69 totally would. Sibling rivalry and the difficulties of family are huge themes in The Paradox Twins. It also has quite a bit to say about writers and writing and the creative process in general. The nature of stories and storytelling, and how malleable those things are. So with a little context, this is a pretty representative page, thematically. 






Joshua Chaplinsky is the Managing Editor of He is the author of The Paradox Twins (CLASH Books), the story collection Whispers in the Ear of A Dreaming Ape, and the parody Kanye West—Reanimator. His short fiction has been published by Motherboard, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, Thuglit, Severed Press, Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing, Pantheon Magazine and Broken River Books. Follow him on Twitter at @jaceycockrobin. More info at

Monday, April 12, 2021

Page 69: Whimsy

 Disclaimer: The Page 69 Test is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a part of. I loved the whole idea of it and so I'm stealing it specifically to showcase small press titles - novels, novellas, short story collections, the works! So until the founder of The Page 69 Test calls a cease and desist, let's do this thing....

In this installment of Page 69, 

We put Shannon McLeod's Whimsy to the test

Set up Page 69 for us. What are we about to read? 

What you’re about to read is an excerpt from the flashback chapter of my novella Whimsy. In this chapter the protagonist (also named) Whimsy gets into a car accident which kills her roommate and leaves her severely injured. Whimsy meets her roommate’s brother, Frederick, at the funeral, and they begin a flirtatious friendship. In this scene, they hook up, and Frederick seems to immediately regret it.


What is the book about?

The book is about Whimsy’s struggle with her body image and social anxiety after the car accident, which left her with facial scarring. The majority of the plot hinges on Whimsy’s relationship with a journalist, Rikesh, whom she meets several years after the accident when he writes a human interest piece about her. The story is about the ways Whimsy’s trauma creates obstacles in her relationships, feeding her isolation. 


Does this page give readers an accurate feel for the novel? Does it align itself with the book’s overarching theme?

This page provides a vignette of rejection, which is a big theme in this book. The scene somewhat foreshadows how her relationship with Rikesh plays out. Years after this flashback scene, Whimsy is still trying to figure out her needs and her worth. 




He was careful as he kissed me. I leaned in closer. He lowered his hand, pulled it away from me, as I kissed his neck. His hand reappeared on my low back and snaked its way under my shirt. I pulled away. 

“Please, don’t touch me there,” I said.

He stood up and unzipped his pants. I grabbed him and did what came next. I rushed towards it without question. He seemed to be doing the same. I wondered if his arms were held over his head, like the guy I saw through the window, but I didn’t want to look up.

Afterwards, I asked him to lie down with me. I was supposed to lie only on my back, but I turned onto my left side to make room for him on the twin bed. He stood for a while before he joined me. The bed felt bigger, somehow, with both of us in it, with the way he found space enough to keep his back from touching my abdomen. I placed my arm over him. I hoped to signal that he could come closer. He must have been afraid of hurting me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just don’t lean your weight on my collarbone.”

He didn’t move or speak. I thought he might have been dozing off. I left my arm over him, but it felt strange. It looked like something that didn’t belong there, like a rubber hose draped over a birthday cake.

“I’m sorry.” He pushed himself up off the bed and stood. “I don’t have a lot of friends.” He sighed, “Basically just my parents, now.” It sounded rehearsed, his self-pity. He looked up at the wall, where his sister had once placed a whiteboard to write herself reminders and due dates. “I want you to be my friend.”


Shannon McLeod is the author of the novella Whimsy (Long Day Press 2021) and the essay chapbook Pathetic (Etchings Press 2016). Her writing has appeared in Tin House, Prairie Schooner, Hobart, and SmokeLong Quarterly, among other publications. Born in Detroit, she now lives in Virginia where she teaches high school English. You can find Shannon on her website at

Monday, March 22, 2021

Audio Series: Lost Girls


Our audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen."  was iriginally hatched in a NYC club during BEA back in 2012. It's a fun little series, where authors record themselves reading an excerpt from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.

Today, Ellen Birkett Morris is reading an excerpt from her book Lost Girls, a collection of short stories called "a varied set of tales from a skilled practitioner of the short form" by Kirkus Reviews. Her fiction has appeared in Shenandoah, Antioch Review, Notre Dame Review, South Carolina Review, and Santa Fe Literary Review, among other journals. She is a winner of the Bevel Summers Prize for short fiction. Morris is a recipient of a 2013 Al Smith Fellowship from the Kentucky Arts Council.

Click on the soundcloud bar below to hear Ellen reading the title story from Lost Girls. 

What it's about: 

Lost Girls explores the experiences of women and girls as they grieve, find love, face uncertainty, take a stand, find their future, and say goodbye to the past. A young woman creates a ritual to celebrate the life of a kidnapped girl, an unmarried woman wanders into a breast feeder’s support group and stays, a grieving mother finds solace in an unlikely place, a young girl discovers more than she bargained for when she spies on her neighbors. Though they may seem lost, each finds their center as they confront the challenges and expectations of womanhood.

Monday, March 8, 2021

Where Writers Write: AVNER LANDES

 Welcome to another installment of TNBBC's Where Writers Write!

Where Writers Write is a series in which authors showcase their writing spaces using short form essay, photos, and/or video. As a lover of books and all of the hard work that goes into creating them, I thought it would be fun to see where the authors roll up their sleeves and make the magic happen. 

This is Anver Landes. 

He earned an M.F.A. from Columbia University, and works as a ghostwriter. He lives near Tel Aviv with his wife and two children. This is his debut novel. 

Find him online at

Where Anver Landes Writes

Not wanting to manipulate the moods of houseguests, John Ashbery left the walls of his house bare. The white walls of my home office aren’t the result of a calculated decision. I’m a lifelong renter and forever fearful that an unfilled nail mark will forfeit my security deposit. Besides, what would go up? I’m aged out of being inspired, and I’m certainly not keen on staring at photos of the people whose histories I’m digging through for adaptable material.

So, until recently, I sat on a white, swivel chair at a white desk, writing longhand onto white printing paper, vacant white walls surrounding me, no images or tchotchkes to lift me up or tie me down. Quarantine came, and my wife, several hours into turning my office into a coworking space, judged the whiteness of the room’s setup to be too dreary and uninspiring. Moving the desk away from the wall and turning it to face the balcony door, she forced a flood of sunlight into my work area.

Not much has changed with my practice since this alteration except that I’m now often tempted to take my pages and coffee to the patio table outside, where a skyline of cranes and newly built residential towers that mostly obscure the rolling hills in the distance, more often than not, end up swinging my mood and unsticking me. Now I’m on zoom more often promoting my book, so we put a bookcase in the room that can act as a background. As I move away from an all-white working existence, I’m learning that a little mood manipulation is not always a bad thing.

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Ladies Night @ SMOLfair


Oh my gosh you guys! We did it! We hosted our very first zoom reading and it. was. phenomeonal! I mean it, truly, and not just because I curated the event. Our authors knocked it out of the park! It was a dream lineup and their readings were even dreamier. 

We were thrilled to get this gorgeous group of women writers together for a reading during SMOLfair! Check out this fabulous line up of ladies... (listed in the order of their reading) Francine Witte (sitting in for Meg Pokrass) Beth Gilstrap Tara Isabel Zambrano Leah Angstman Tara Lynn Masih Jenn Stroud Rossman Sara Rauch Margo Orlando Littell Jayne Martin Karin Cecile Davidson Gwen Goodkin Cathy Ulrich Melissa Duclos Their words were large, their readings were SMOL, but oh my god they were powerful and beautiful!! Many thanks to our co-organizers Jesi Buell, Annalyse Gillmen, Miette Gillette, and Jason Teal. Without them, there would be no SMOLfair!

Watch it here:

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Blog Tour: Folk Songs for Trauma Surgeons


We're happy to help Meerkat Press support the release of their latest title Folk Songs for Trauma Surgeons by participating in their blog tour. And if you're at all into winning free stuff, they're running a giveaway where you can potentially win a $50 book shopping spree.


For today's stop, author Keith Rosson discussed drinks, and shares a brief excerpt in one of the stories that make up this collection. Check it out below:



In “Brad Benske and the Hand of Light,” the final story in my collection Folk Songs for Trauma Surgeons, the titular character goes out to a bar. Brad Benske has been brooding and isolating for months after his wife has left him to join a doomsday cult. He has a goiter – possibly stress-related – growing on his face, and he can’t stop obsessing over it. A lawyer on embarrassed sabbatical from a respected corporate firm, Benske’s gone to a bar on a whim with a man who has come to his door claiming to be with the Water Bureau. The two men strike up an odd friendship after the latter comes to collect on a bill from the former. Consider it a testament to Benske’s grand loneliness that when the Water Bureau guy – Cameron – invites him out to see a Swedish black metal band, Benske says yes.

An excerpt:


The show is at a bar across town. Cameron pays. I feel underdressed and old: Denim and leather abound, and nearly everyone is wearing a black shirt with a band logo that is pointy and indecipherable, barbed wire brought to heaving life. I buy drinks from a solemn bartender with Cut Here written on his throat and by the time the band starts, I’m intoxicated and the music is so loud I can feel my ribs vibrate. I haven’t drunk in a long time. Cameron is headbanging beside me, and someone is pushing against me, and my cocktail, somewhat expensive, is sloshing down my shirt. The music is a sea to get lost in. It’s like a world being born. The singer’s face is painted in white greasepaint and he points at us and yowls and we scream back in response. I yell until something in my throat threatens to crack and still I can’t hear myself. It’s lovely, really. It’s a lovely way to get lost.

After the band stops, Cameron and I drink some more, and he buys a shirt with the band’s barbed indecipherable logo on it. There’s a picture of a wolf’s severed head beneath the logo, and he makes a grand gesture of gifting it to me. I put it on right there over my other shirt.

By now the crowd has thinned, everyone pressing themselves into booths or going out onto the patio to smoke cigarettes and yell at each other. I lift my cocktail – something called a “Norwegian Fuck Cloud” that annoyed the already annoyed bartender when I asked for it - and take a sip and bellow over the jukebox, “My wife left me! For a cult! Nine months ago!”

Cameron frowns and nods. He’s put his baseball hat on backwards at some point. “That’s intense!” he yells.


What could possibly be in a Norwegian Fuck Cloud? Who knows. I certainly don’t, though I imagine it’s served in a tall glass. It is blue, choked with ice, semi-opaque. Has a straw and a turquoise umbrella moored to the rim. A few NFCs in a row will lead you to become that person in the bar, the one trying to climb on someone else’s table and take your shirt off, demanding chicken strips or world peace at the top of your lungs. And it’s these dichotomies – Benske as a powerful man ordering a frivolous, colorful thing; Benske as a once-virile man now feeling emasculated; Benske as a once-successful man with a thing growing on his face, painful and poisonous and the size of a walnut and still growing – that is the basis of Folk Songs. Two things in collision. Two things that stand out in stark relief when placed beside each other. A folk song; a trauma surgeon. An exhausted middle-aged lawyer; a greasepainted black metal vocalist; both yowling at the top of their lungs and both finding freedom in it.

Folk Songs is also replete with addicts and alcoholics. Many scenes take place in bars. People in various states of sobriety and non-sobriety populate many of the tales. It is, surprisingly to me, a book that many consider to be about the painful scar-worn valleys of addiction, at least in part. I didn’t plan this when writing the collection, but I’ll admit I find myself drawn to characters that struggle with chemical dependency. I appreciate the struggle inherent in moving past such things. Writing about addiction seems to encapsulate so much of what we’re all going through. Not that every reader is an addict of something, but it’s a microcosmic way of writing about struggle; the isolation, the backsteps, the regrets. And also, yes, as someone who grew up amid addiction and violence, I have a tremendous amount of empathy towards people struggling to kick or those neck-deep in the wreckage of their lives. I like writing about criminals and people struggling to move from point a to point b with very limited options. When I write them, some readers call these “crime” stories, other people call them “literary fiction.” I’m fine with either. In “Baby Jill,” when the Tooth Fairy struggles with the mortality and frailty of the children she helps, that is a dichotomy too, and she has become addicted to her own mortality and the trappings inherent in it: She smokes, obsesses over the internet, etc. Or “The Lesser Horsemen,” when three of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse are sent on a team-building cruise as a way of boosting their frayed morale. Again, these can be considered “fabulist” stories or pieces of literary fiction.

It’s all about that dichotomy. The Tooth Fairy checking her email. Pestilence playing foosball and doing trust falls. Or the lawyer, once tight-buttoned and proud and closed off, drinking the toxic blue drink and spilling his guts at a bar.  


Released 2/23/21

Collection | Speculative Fiction | Magical Realism | Literary

With Folk Songs for Trauma Surgeons, award-winning author Keith Rosson delves into notions of family, grief, identity, indebtedness, loss, and hope, with the surefooted merging of literary fiction and magical realism he’s explored in previous novels. In “Dunsmuir,” a newly sober husband buys a hearse to help his wife spread her sister’s ashes, while “The Lesser Horsemen” illustrates what happens when God instructs the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to go on a team-building cruise as a way of boosting their frayed morale. In “Brad Benske and the Hand of Light,” an estranged husband seeks his wife’s whereabouts through a fortuneteller after she absconds with a cult, and in “High Tide,” a grieving man ruminates on his brother’s life as a monster terrorizes their coastal town. With grace, imagination, and a brazen gallows humor, Folk Songs for Trauma Surgeons merges the fantastic and the everyday, and includes a number of Rosson’s unpublished stories, as well as award-winning favorites.

BUY LINKS: Meerkat Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Monday, February 22, 2021



As some of you may know, I've been incredibly lucky to have been a part of some of the behind-the-scenes planning and canoodling for the upcoming SMOLfair, alongside creators and organizers Jesi Buell, Annelyse Gelman, Miette Gillette, and Jason Teal.

If you're not familiar with it, SMOL Fair is an alternative book fair which will be 'live' from March 3-7, 2021.  In addition to featuring small presses, there will be organized readings and opportunities for readers to connect with authors and publishers. To attend events, join our mailing list.  To enter give-aways, follow SMOLfair on Twitter or Facebook.  

Participation is 100% free.  If you're a small press publisher or author, and plan to host anything remotely bookish during that week and wish to have your event listed on the events calendar, just hop on over there and fill out the form on the site!


I'm actually super stoked about the fair. Not only does it bring together all of the things I love most about the literary community, but it actually motivated me to host a few events myself! Check it all out down below, and I hope to see you there:

Wednesday March 3rd
8pm EST

I'll be kicking off the SMOLfair Mixer. 

In order to get the invite, you need to sign up for the SMOLfair newsletter (or email or message me). This zoom hangout will include random breakout rooms... think of it like The Before Times of book fairs, when you could head out to the bar and just chillax with a couple drinks and have super awesomely awkward conversation with strangers who also love books as much as you do. 

BYOB and get ready to rub elbows with fellow SMOLfair publishers and authors as the week of events is just getting started! 

Ooooh, I've got some wonderfully cheesy icebreakers for us, you really shouldn't miss this. Really!

Thursday March 4th
6pm EST

Ben Tanzer and I will be reviving our IG Happy Hour livestream, and chatting with Darrin Doyle about his newest story collection The Big Baby Crime Spree and Other Delusions. Darrin will read an excerpt or two and we'll be taking audience questions throughout the hour. All you need is an instagram account. We'll be live here -

Saturday March 6th
5pm EST

I'm hosting another zoom event. This one is an all female lineup and I'm dubbing it Ladies Night @ SMOLfair. I've pulled together a group of former and future clients for a night of mini readings. Each author will be sharing a 5 minute excerpt of their work, and then if we're all feeling frisky afterwards, we can hang and chat until the clock runs out. The readers will include Karin Cecile Davidson, Gwen Goodkin, Jayne Martin, Beth Gilstrap, Meg Pokrass, Margo Orlando Littell, Jenn Stroud Rossman, Sara Rauch, Melissa Duclos, Tara Lynn Masih, Cathy Ulrich, and Leah Angstman.

If you want to join us, just email or message me for the invite - or @TNBBC on twitter. We're limited to 100 participants so it's first come first in... Will I see you there? 


SMOLfair is also hosting two other events that we'd love for you to put on your calendars. 

Thursday March 4th
700pm EST

SMOL Reading will be hosted by author Wendy Fox, and features a yet-to-be announced lineup of randomly selected readers who signed up for the reading panel. 

Friday March 5th
8pm EST

SMOLfair's Keynote featuring Kathe Koja, introduced by Meerkat Press's publisher Tricia Reeks! I am super excited for this event and will not miss this for the WORLD. 

I have the invites for both of these as well, so hit me up if you want to attend!

Aaaahhhh.... it's almost here you guys! I cannot WAIT!!!!!