Me kicking literary ass.

Meanwhile, the Octopus wept.

That’s just how it goes down in Northampton.

In this photo, your eagle eyes may have descried, I am reading from a manuscript. That would be “Fever Visions,” a previously unpublished story that will appear in… drum roll… my forthcoming Whiskey Tit collection Divine In Essence. That’s right, this is the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT. Interestingly, it appears I already added this book to Ze Boooks and promptly forgot. Can I even coordinate with myself? Apparently not!

Fellow Whiskey Titters Samuel Kaye and Aina Hunter also read from their works at this event: Samuel Kaye’s novel Cinema and Aina Hunter’s novel Charlotte and the Chickenman.

All three of us are so different in style and substance, but UNIFIED, I think, in artistic commitment. That’s the Whiskey Tit Promise: ARTISTIC COMMITMENT. When you read a Whiskey Tit book, you get what the author INTENDED, not what the marketing department AMENDED. 100 Proof Unfiltered Literary Whiskey from THESE tits…. I don’t know if that’s a coherent metaphor, but I’m leaving it up, folks.