I haven't gotten my own copy yet, but I have a new short story out in the August issue of Rogue magazine: "It's Not Me." Here's an excerpt:"When Nema was little she believed that everyone was born with a twin. She was her parents' first child, and they had followed her up with two boys when she was four years old -- Ernesto and Emmanuel, identical twins. Sitting in the hospital room right after their birth with her recovering mother, she had wondered out loud, “Where's my copy?” Lengthy and patient explanations from her mother and father followed, but deep down she found these unconvincing, and just pretended to accept them. She figured that her parents were too embarrassed at having misplaced her double to tell her the truth. The fact that almost everyone she knew was deprived of a twin just meant that parents everywhere were unbelievably careless."
The story came about because of repeated listenings to Drip's excellent Identity Theft album and from reading a book about the neurological, anthropological, and psychological roots of self-recognition (The Face in the Mirror by Julian Keenan). I'm quite proud of it.
P.S. This is also the last issue of Rogue with contributions by ex-Features Editor Erwin Romulo.
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Whew!
I was getting a little worried, was wondering what might have happened that kept you from blogging for quite some time. I got to thinkin' you might have been sicker than the usual colds-and-fever stuff.
Better get a copy of the mag, then. And, boy, Amanda Griffin is lookin' mighty hot in here!
Hey Shan. :) Am much better now, thanks!
Hope you enjoy the story. And yes, Amanda Griffin is hot. Though I think the cover concept could have been done better. ;)
Dude, she looks like she's wearing entrails on her front. Was that the point?
Hey Bea! Ha ha, I'm pretty sure not. ;)
Unless I am sadly mistaken (which happens more often than I would like to admit), this was the peg for the cover.
However, honey is not caviar, Amanda Griffin is not Monica Bellucci, and there's just something wrong with this concept. Oddly enough leaving that dress on her makes the Amanda cover look ickier.
Or maybe I'm wrong, and this was the peg.
And yet somehow, as borderline sleazy as the Ohio Players cover is, it still works better than the Amanda Griffin cover.
(I have nothing against Amanda Griffin, btw. I just have issues with this cover.)
It reminds me of Earth Day in grade school, tapos may Mother Earth pageant. Someone would inevitably come onstage dressed in basura and motor oil and pieces of coal all over themselves and speak of the ENDTIMES.
Hey, why do pegs for covers always have to be other magazine covers?
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