East Coast Gazette

So. Over the summer, in the dizzying New York heat Speranza approached me and asked if I’d be interested in participating in a zine. Being what some people call a “whippersnapper” my basic answer was, “That’s fanfic that’s been printed out and stapled together, right?”

I turned out to be wrong, and now, months and months later, I’ve gotten my two volume set of Surfacing in the mail and have lost most of the last week to lying around in my bathtub drinking wine and reading fanfic — guys: I can read fanfic in the bathtub — you see why this appeals to me now, right? Right?

I can’t say enough nice things about these volumes: they’re really amazingly beautiful and well put together, wonderfully bound and the stories in the collections are pretty rocksome, too.

(Well, except for that bullshit some whore named “Pru” wrote but whatever we clearly don’t need to pay attention to one bad apple.)