Archive for June, 2010
See, yesterday, my writing day was eaten by bears. Just gobbled right up. Nothing to be done about it — it was the kind of day that started early with an inspector coming over to stick a finger up the house’s bum and check its temperature, and then segued right into a great creative meeting in the afternoon, and so on.
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“You don’t—it doesn’t—you don’t get it. You’re a little dummy is what you are. It doesn’t shoot guitars like that. It uses guitars as its bullets. Little guitars. Razor-honed. Chop a dude’s head off lickety-split. Rock chord as it does it.” He grabbed the pump action in his beefy paw and jacked a guitar-shell into the breach with a clackety-chak and a strummed rockabilly twang.
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I know. It’s Monday. What the hell, right? I don’t normally do Painting With Shotguns till, what, Wednesday? Thursday? Hey, this is my blogopolis. I make the laws in this mighty burg. I am King Blog of Blogtown! Sitting upon my throne of spent 12 gauge shells! I have disbanded the Parliament of Terribleminds. The [...]
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You insane moppets did as asked: you showed up, you dropped your two-word phrase on the ground for all to see, and then you strolled off like a preening peacock. Good on you. I applaud your efforts. Now, it’s time to vote. Below is the list. I think it’s complete, and it’s in no particular [...]
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So, given that my next couple months might lean toward the chaotic, I figure I’m going to need some smaller-size reading. Single serving fiction bits. Yes, that means: short stories. What I want from you: your favorite short stories. Or, at least, short stories you think I should read. Bonus points if they’re online, but that’s certainly not a critical component.
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