“Tipsy Lit is an online publisher that encourages writers to dig into “the deeper” and leave the bullshit at the door. We don’t want the warm and fuzzies. We want the heartbreaking, the brutally beautiful, the grit and grime that leave us wanting more, more, more. We want YOU. The real you. The person you tuck away when you meet someone new for the first time. The person you’re only now discovering.”
I’m thrilled to have Ericka Clay, founder and editor of Tipsy Lit on My Sweet Delirium.
I first noticed Tipsy Lit on Twitter. When I visited the website I found a community of gutsy writers who shared my love of adult beverages and ballsy literature. Within the year, Tipsy Lit has evolved from a cool blog hangout into an online magazine and publisher. And Ericka Clay is here to tell us all about it.
I can’t remember how I met Ericka Clay in this land of blogging and my own personal journey to write, but it’s been a ride – and through her I’ve met a slew of other writers, bloggers and cats (she travels with them virtually). She never ceases to amaze me with her hilarity on social media, not to mention being a published novelist. I had to pin her down and ask about her latest transformation – publishing. A mother and wife as well, asking for any little bit of time was a tall order and I knew it. I did it anyway. Expect anything less? Let’s see what I found out:
Ok, so Tipsy Lit has gone through many changes recently. Was this planned? Or did you find something shimmery beneath your feet and EUREKA! You’re publishing? Share.
I definitely wanted Tipsy Lit to be in the publishing space, but I really wasn’t sure…
Long, long ago in a village far, far away where the local inhabitants wore nothing but yoga pants and prank called their former algebra teacher who once said “math is necessary,” there was a writer named Ericka who punished her husband for saying that she “maybe shouldn’t drive on the sidewalks” and “probably should wear clothes to church” by posting all the other horrifying things he said on the Internet.
You can find those horrifying things here and here.
You’d think said husband would “maybe stop talking, please, seriously, Matt, stop talking, and could you hold this cat while I get more Cheetos? Don’t worry about where I got the glitter! Mr. Cattypants likes it!!” but alas, he has not.
“I chiseled a baby spoon out of wood when I was six months old.”
“I am rich in puppy.”
“I should suspend your vent privileges.”
“I’m about to get wild, and I’m all like, ‘Matt, stop. That’s too fucking wild.'”
“I just hurt my neck with my exaggerated head and eye movements.”
“I choose grammar over everyone.”
“After this, can you remind me to eat an egg roll and check the mail?”
“You have a wonderful hairline.”
“I’d risk my life to build a treehouse.”
“You know what’s funny? You’re not a police officer, and you don’t know the definition of ‘cop sexy.'”
“A Lincoln Town Car limousine? Those were simpler times.”
“Dennis Quaid is still wide smiling his way around America.”
“Me: What’s the name of the Ryan Phillippe movie you like? Matt: Which one?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I find water’s affinity for itself in glasses interesting.”
(His take on papaya) “Nasty. Disgusting. I’m going to put it down your shirt.”
Maybe one day he’ll grow up and be a mature adult like me.
Listen, I know I’m really great at a lot of things like wearing shirts and making my neighbor’s dog feel inferior because he can’t walk on two feet like me, a very smart human being (You hear that, Mr. McFluffycakes? Huh? You hear that? I’m the smart one you sickeningly adorable son of a bitch!), but what I’m really great at is parenting.
Parenting is by far the best thing I’ve ever done because 1) I’ve never lost my child.
So there’s that.
But there’s also the fact that she’s developing into a very not scary person proven by the hilarious non-scary things she says. Usually in public:
“Let’s pretend we’re all at a wedding and don’t know each other. Hi! I’m Tilly, I’m six, and I live alone.”
Me: How was the Humane Society presentation at school? Ava: Well, the dog didn’t have any eyes and the cat died so they brought us a bag of fur to pet.
“It smells like eyeballs and helicopters in here.”
Ava: Maybe my new friend can be my boyfriend. Me: Aren’t you a little young to have a boyfriend? Ava: Don’t judge me!!
Me: Ava, guess what! We sold the house! Ava: I know. I made a few emails on my iPad so you’re welcome.
Me: What are you doing? Ava: Watching a video about Dropbox. It’s relaxing.
Me: Why is it you never listen? Ava (with wide “innocent” eyes): Well, because I’m a little girl and little girls just don’t know how to listen.
Me: How did gym camp go? Ava (laughing): Great! Told some guy I was twenty-five!
Me: It’s time to take your bath. Ava: Okay, give me just one second. Me: Nope, it’s time now. Ava (in her best first grade teacher tone): Remember when we talked about patience?
“I’m in charge of the world.”
Ava: What are these? Me: Onions. Ava: Oh, I’m so sorry, but my doctor says I can’t have these.
Ava: Want to play Oprah and Gayle? Me: Sure. Ava: I’m Oprah. Me: Okay, hi Oprah. Ava: Get out of my office Gayle!!
Me: Why are you acting like a crazy person? Ava: Because Jesus made me this way!!!
See? Parenting isn’t hard. You just have to be willing to dress up like the best friend of a multi-billionaire and be screamed at from time to time.
And in the end, just realize Jesus made them that way, so really, it’s all his fault.
You’ve got a story in you, right? Somewhere, deep down, there’s something you want said, but more importantly, there’s something that you want READ.
Well? Here’s your chance.
Every month Tipsy Lit is hosting a flash fiction contest on our blog. You have every day in the month (except the very last one!) to enter the contest. The last day, the winner will be announced and their story will be published on our STORY BLOG.
The only stipulation? Your story can’t be any longer than 500 words. Flash fiction baby!
HOW TO ENTER
Entering is uber easy – you don’t even need a blog! Hell, you don’t even need to leave this post! Simply write your ENTIRE story (plus the title) in a comment below. The story can be…
Okay, see I have this problem where my brain works a million miles per second so one moment I’m happily typing along on White Smoke, and then it hits me – time to update Unkept’s cover for the millionth time! So I’ve come up with said schmancy fancy new cover that you can see here.
You like? Seriously, tell me what you think in a comment below, and I’ll send you a lock of my hair from the sixth grade when Billy Hutcherson said I had alien eyes.
Oh what’s this? Just a brand new poetry magazine I started at Tipsy Lit because I have a knack for creating labor intensive jobs for myself that pay absolutely nothing. BAM! IN YOUR FACE! Oh my God, are you okay? I really didn’t mean to get carried away like that.
We’re kinda snazzy like that. Oh and don’t forget to subscribe to Tipsy Lit to get a free copy of our magazine in our inbox. Because I want you to subscribe to things until your fingers fall off.
Bloggity Bloggity Bloggity…I give up on titles
If you’re anything like me, you just misread “titles” as “titties” and laughed for seven minutes. So if you ARE like me, be sure to sign up on my subscription page to receive updates about my latest novel, signed book giveaways, and the nursing home I’ve chosen for my grandmother. Hahahaha, hi, Grandma!
It’s happening. We have a REAL LIVE DIGITAL magazine in the making that will be yours to visually imbibe come TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 30TH!
I know, I know. You were all like, “I just thought they published kickass poetry on their blog!” and then we were all like “BAM! Here’s a magazine you crazy unicorn you!”
I’ve had a lot of coffee.
Anypoodle, if you want access to our first issue straight from your inbox, be sure to SUBSCRIBE TO TIPSY LITso we can deliver this bad boy like an ass kicking margarita at your favorite Mexican joint. Oh no. I just did that thing where I talk about food I like that I don’t have in the house right now. Everybody hug me.
OTHER SUPER DUPER COOL THINGS
So Tipsy has gone through a few changes as a literary magazine, but we’ve finally gotten down to business…