Because this is the kind of thing blogging is meant for…

…stum­bled across not one but two reviews of my short sto­ry “Res­ur­rec­tion Radio”.

The first:
“ ‘Res­ur­rec­tion Radio’ from Patrick Johan­neson is anoth­er qual­i­ty piece. Thought-pro­vok­ing and orig­i­nal, it’s a fresh look at spir­i­tu­al­i­ty from a very down to earth posi­tion, writ­ten with real empa­thy. Its end­ing is par­tic­u­lar­ly intel­li­gent, the sort of thing to send you back to the begin­ning hunt­ing for clues. Sud­den­ly, it’s star­ing you in the face, but you’d nev­er sus­pect. Fore­shad­ow­ing at its best.”
—Mar­tin Jen­ner, in SF Crowsnest

And the sec­ond:
“Patrick [Johanneson]‘s Res­ur­rec­tion Radio is a chiller blend­ed with the nar­ra­tive trick­ery of some­one like Bret Eas­t­on Ellis or Chuck Palah­nuik, less med­i­ta­tive than some of the oth­er sto­ries in the issue but bril­liant for all that, stir­ring a road-trip and psy­chopomps, hitch­hik­ers and pey­ote into a deft, mes­meris­ing whole.”
—Nel­son Stan­ley, in the British Fan­ta­sy Soci­ety’s web­site

I’ve been stoked all day because of these two reviews…

up to 2900 words now

Anoth­er excerpt from “Andy’s Party”:

Sher­ritt came in next, and while he was set­ting his six-pack of O’Meara down in the kitchen, Nia and her sis­ter Jes­sa were ring­ing the bell. The pair of them were a study in oppo­sites, Nia tall and dark-haired, her eyes a liq­uid, expres­sive brown, and Jes­sa small and blonde, with blue eyes that shone with a flat light, mask­ing what­ev­er went on within.

Sher­ritt, ever the gen­tle­man, car­ried the ladies’ coats down to the bed­room, and met up with them again in the kitchen.

What you drink­ing, Coke?” said Jes­sa as he poured from the bot­tle into one of Phil’s drink­ing jars.

No,” he said, “stout.” And had to explain what stout was, and give her a sip from his glass, at which she made a crinkly face and said, “Well, I won’t be steal­ing your beer tonight.”

More for me,” he said.

You got that right.”