PFLP 1 – Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs & Phoenix on the Sword by Robert E. Howard

Volume 1 Issue 1

Welcome to the first issue of the Pulp Fiction Literary Podcast! I’m your host Matt Wall and today we will be going over two of my favorites: A Princess of Mars by ERB and the first Conan story, Phoenix on the Sword by REH.

Next week we will continue Princess of Mars and be visited by H.P. Lovecraft’s Dagon!

I’m a serial killer of pen names

I have written a lot of things, under a lot of different names over the years.

One of the reasons why many of you haven’t heard from the last year or so is because i became completely overwhelmed with trying to juggle all the different names.

the main reason why I had so many names is because I like writing a lot of different genres. So i had a name for horror, for mystery, for detective, for science fiction, for transgressive, etc. I even had names for the films I made and the different names for the different genres of music I put out.

I can’t handle all of those personalities.

I can’t remember who does what and how often.

I decided to kill all of my pen names.

and to make sure that it doesn’t happen again, I am just going by my real name for now on. Matt Wall.

If you like my writing, but don’t like horror, I will make it very clear what is horror and what is not and so on.

I really want to thank every one of my readers who has stuck by be and is willing to give me a chance again after my hiatus. You won’t be disappointed.

For those of you wondering what happened to the last Black Star Canyon book, it will be posted very soon I promise.

If you have any questions, please feel free to email me or comment below and I will answer them as soon as I can.

Thanks.

3-21-18

I thought that I would try to actually use this as a an actual journal, actually.

I have a lot of things going on and it may me good for me to try to get my daily thoughts down.

I “soft launched” my patreon page. so soft in fact that no one knows it’s live other than me.

I have been submitting stories and poetry to magazines. I have never done anything like this before. Just blindly submitting stuff. Everything I have ever written, I either did for myself or was hired to do. This is a whole new world for me.

I even wrote a 50 word piece of flash fiction for submitting to a magazine. I’ll let us know how that goes.

I miss the typewriter app I had on my mac. It made noises like a typewriter. Maybe I’ll get that again.

I put two chapbooks up on my easy shop. Gonorrhea and Free Kindle Books.

All My Friends are Dead, the poetry chapbook that I put together recently, i’m keeping as a patreon exclusive.

I need to make some doctor appointments for everyone in the family.

I need to call my lawyer.

I need to pay some bills.

I need to take Zoe to work.

I need to get some shopping done.

There were other things too. I can’t remember them.

That’s why this is a good thing for me.

I need to finish up a short story for a horror anthology. It’s Halloween themed.

I have some other poems to send out.

I also wrote some poems in the car the other day. When i do that, I record them on my phones voice memo app. Then I come home and transpose. But, I haven’t done that in a while so the memos are piling up.

I should do some editing and formatting.

will I?

It’s march mystery madness on booktube, and even though I still have about ten books to read for that, I keep finding myself reading some of the books that i got for my bday.

Right now, I am reading Burning in Water Drowning in Flame by Bukowski. It’s okay so far. Better than The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills but not as good as Love is a Dog from Hell. We will see.

I finished Hunger by Knut Hamsun for the second time yesterday.

I am re reading Notes from Underground.

I started Nausea by Sartre. I don’t like the paper.

I am still slowly going through the New Annotated Frankenstein. I am absolutely loving it. on that note, I finally grabbed the 1818 text and then realized that the annotated book is the 1818 text. I’m an idiot.

Spring is finally here they say.

I don’t really buy it.

But, it didn’t snow yesterday.

a moth was on the door

and a spider on the ceiling

it could very well be spring

i need a cup of coffee

so I wil keep this short(er)