March Is The Month Of “Penmonkey Boot Camp”

This is the month of no-holds barred writing advice. I will rant. I will rave. I will cram a fountain pen in your neck and I’ll suck up a draught of your neck-blood and then together in your blood we shall write a list of our failings as writers so that we may overcome them.

A Bonus Round Of Search Term Bingo

Time again for SEARCH TERM BINGO, little babies.

If you don’t know how this works, here it is: people discover this website via some of the strangest search terms one could imagine. I pluck these search terms out of obscurity and dissect them for gits and shiggles.

Throw Your Links In The Ol’ Link Dump

Man, since doing away with a regular edition of Painting With Shotguns (originally mistyped as “Painting With Shoguns,” which is my cable access show wherein I learn how to paint from an ancient Japanese shogun who has been displaced in the timestream), I no longer get to just barf up a bunch of Internet links into your lap.

It Goes Down Smooth: The Shackleton’s Scotch Flash Fiction Results

The other day, I said: “Hey, you. That’s right. You. It’s time to write a flash fiction challenge based on Shackleton’s Scotch.” And somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 of you crazy motherfookers tossed your flash fiction down on the stage and were like, “BOOM goes the dynamite.”

The Plutarchy Cometh

If the middle class is a big balloon, it’s like someone untied the balloon knot and know the thing is slowly but surely leaking air, sputtering around the room like a cartoon dirigible. I feel like we’re living in truly absurd times. Times that, were you to read about them in a book, you’d say, “Oh! This is satire.”