Friday, February 1, 2019

42 Stories Anthology Staff

No anthology team is complete without editors and professional eyes. Below is a list of some members of the 42 Stories Anthology team, with their 42-word bio. This will give you a look into the lives of the people behind the book.


(image taken in Nagoya, Japan)




Editors

Amy has words at McSweeney’s, The New Southern Fugitives, Drabblez, FlashBackFiction, Parabola and other sites. She’s working on a short story collection. She lives in the South with her husband, two kids and two dogs that all inspire and distract her writing.


Cathy’s works appear in print and online, including self-published short story compilations, poetry collections, and children’s picture books. Wolves Don’t Knock, her first novel, was published mid-2018, and she is working on the sequel, Mister Wolfe. Cathy lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Crystal Durnan is a fiction writer and editor who lives in Florida with her husband and two kids. After years as a wildlife rehabber, she decided to pursue her passion for fiction. She loves birds, the beach, books, video games and tacos.


Karen Milstein, Clowder Mater, absolutely loves Sword and Sorcery, Fantasy, Romance, and Dungeons and Dragons. Fergus, the dragon from her book, Fergus and the Princess, is real. He sits above her computer to provide guidance and inspiration as she writes her stories.


After years of guiding students through the process of strengthening their oral and written communication skills, Kim has taken her “grammar that never shuts off,” packed up her collection of colored pens, and
moved out into the real world to help others.

Maggie MacConnell lives in Cincinnati with her cat, and spends her time reading anything she can get her hands on. After majoring in English and (annoyingly) correcting her friend’s grammar, she decided to put it to good use as a freelance editor.

Sage Borgmästars is optimistic and verbose by nature. She currently lives in Finland, where actions matter more than words. She’s looking for outlets for the surplus. To this end she does collaborative editing, especially in children’s literature and social studies educational materials.


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Jennifer Worrell is a medicine- and forensics-obsessed author, heathen, and unabashed pie zealot intent on shaming all non-readers into submission. She lives in Chicago with her husband and cat, the latter of who edited this bio and would appreciate any freelance work.




Terry Groves has been writing fiction for most of his life and has published both short stories and poetry. He works for the British Columbia government. He lives on a boat, where he kayaks and writes for the love of the craft.


 

 

Robbie is a master of IT and loves books more than you. He loves books so much so that he would marry a book if it had a red wing, which is why he is happy to promote the 42 Stories Anthology.


Promoters and Advisers


Dawn Greenfield Ireland is an award-winning author of 8 novels, 15 screenplays & 4 nonfiction books. Background includes 34 yrs as a technical writer/editor. Her online critique group is accepting new members. Need help? Contact her.







Compiler 

Ever since Bam started writing he's wanted to help other authors. After majoring in creative writing and appearing in several anthologies and magazines and years editing and beta reading, he launched the 42 Stories Anthology with a goal of publishing 1,764 wordsmiths.

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Send us your 42-word story if you haven't already. Guidelines. If a piece was rejected, write a new one and send it to a different category. You have a 50/50 chance of getting one story accepted into a different category. 

Happy writing. 

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Monday, January 7, 2019

In Memorial of Jazzmullin, or Goodbye Dad


Facing the music: My father, James Michael Mullin, "Jim," or Jazzmullin is gone.

Left living in Japan without a family to call my own, plus I’m so busy with my master’s program, the 42 Stories Anthology, and fulltime work that I'm pretty much left by my lonesome to feel sad.  
Without a father for a week now
A 35-year-old orphan 
Thoughts marinated with what he loved 


Cars
 


 

Food


(me yelling at a turkey)


     Women, as in ALL OF THEM
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Stevie 

Stevie

Stevie Delay 



and his children 
(me, Jayson, Dad, Stacy: September 24, 2007)

His likes are the above in that order from least to greatest. Fun fact, Jim's birth name was Stevie, as were all orphans that were dropped off at birth like him at the center in New York. His mother, Rena, from Metuchen, renamed him James Michael upon adoption. 


Wait, I digress. Jazz was his number one passion, owning countless CDs and records, which filled a house. 

Jazzmullin never remembered my birthday, but could tell you Charlie Parker’s or Miles Davis’s in a heartbeat. Dad knew more about jazz than any living human on Earth. 
 


Early December, I took a boat from Oita to Ehime, Japan, for the weekend. Got in so late that the hotels were closed. I found a jazz bar opened until 1am and felt like my father guided me from the freezing winds somehow to this place. 





The bartender and I talked about jazz and my dad’s passion for the music beyond closing time. On my way out, he asked and played my favorite song, which was actually my brother’s. I don’t have one. 


 Throughout the song, the bartender rhymed the history behind the album, which I’d already known thanks to my father. 

 
Dad had an addiction: If you rode with him in a car, you were going to get a dose of jazz jargon regarding whoever was playing at the time. 







My problem with this was I’d try to listen to the song while he’d talk over the music. His friends and various girlfriends would complain that they just wanted to hear the songs. 
One day, I gently told him, “I don’t hear a word. No one listens when you go on like this. I mean, who really cares that Miles Davis used to moon his fans and blamed it on a bad back?” Reflecting, that fact was funny.  

 



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Dad's face told a tale of sadness over my comment. 
And so I added, “You’re not picking the right audience. Find someone interested in the topic and share the info dump with them.”

     
Later he told me, “You were right. Now I have this community of jazz friends and we get together and talk about the history behind the music. When we disagree, we’ll Google it. I’m never wrong.” He laughed, reassuringly. Then, my father thanked me for the suggestion. I loved how he would really listen to what people said and often consider trying the feedback out. I won’t get into how he didn’t listen when everyone told him to go do this and that for his health and hit the hospital or he would die. 
They have a saying in Japan for this type of situation: 仕方がない.


Anyway, I used to test Dad’s jazz knowledge by playing a random song and having him name who and what. He always got it right, except one time when I played a jazz tune by a Japanese artist I liked.
(Sadao Watanabe)
He recognized Watanabe's name upon reflection.

Dad was a musician, writer, poet, and often inspired my writing including "How My Life Changed the Time I Almost Got Mugged," which won the Story of Excellence Award and he named characters in my featured story with Hamline Journal called “Day Off.” (Miles, Parker, Kelly Grace, and the villain, Gorelick after Kenny G.). Before you hated Justin Bieber, my father loathed Kenny G. He's not alone:
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Dad would say G's crap wasn’t even worthy of being played in an elevator, or bathroom stall, and all records of it should be tossed into the sun by Superman. 
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Personally, I’d take John Coltrane or Thelonious Monk any day over that junk too. 
 
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I’ll never be a huge fan of jazz like my father was, but hearing it will make me think of something he loved, which is why the sax sounds will always spark a dim light of joy for me and those that knew him for years to come. 



When he became a brother. 


 
When he could lift his brother, and a truck. Dad was a bodybuilder and personal trainer for half of his life.  
 
    When he became a father. 



Dad loved jazz so much because his favorite uncle and childhood role model, Bertram who played the trumpet, 
inspired his 
passion.
 

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Love you, Dad. I'm convinced you found Stevie on your way to the afterlife, who left this world one month before you, and you two stopped by the pearly gates to let him take a piss. 



  

DOD: 12-30-2018, 64.





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Friday, November 2, 2018

Project 42 Stories Update


The 42 Stories Project: 42 categories of 42 accepted submissions containing 42-word stories was launched in July 2018. 

Submissions are coming in strong. 

As a reminder, replies will be sent when possible. 


There's got to be a reason . . .

A month after the launch, one of the most competitive graduate programs for my major unexpectedly accepted my application and offered me early entry with a partial scholarship. 

Here's a hint to where that online program is located:



Classes started last August 2018 and they take most of my time. 

I'm set to graduate December 2019.

Update: Now that I have graduated your submissions are being attended to at a much faster rate. Please have patience.

Replies will be sent:


TBA


Please look for updates on the 42 Stories Facebook Page or Medium Blog, and Google the 42 Stories Anthology.
We have a full staff, except artists. Please email me if you're interested in doing cover art for each chapter and the front and back of the anthology.

We have about 400 submissions and need a little over triple that (1,764), so please ask your fellow writer friends to send a 42-word story our way. Acceptances rates are high for now. 

Reminder of rules: Write a 42-word story with a beginning, middle, and end, a 42-character bio, and enter one of the categories below.

STRICT Submission guidelines: 
Email subject: 42SUB_Category_AUTHOR INITIALS
Example: 42SUB_SF_DNA
Example submission:
Body of the email

Dear BAM,

The name's Person Name Writer, email: person@name.com. Below the bio is my SF: Science Fiction, “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in 42-Words." One or two more sentences optional. 

YOUR 42-WORD 3RD-PERSON BIO HERE

YOUR STORY TITLE HERE
by YOUR WRITER NAME HERE
YOUR STORY HERE


No attachments.

NO ENTRY FEE



Categories here
email your submission here

Remember to remember,
Bam


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