Archive for April, 2011
There’s nothing quite like letting an insane computer determine the course of events! After all, we are ceding much of our lives to technology, why not let technology determine the nature of this week’s flash fiction bonanza? So, I hit up one such random word generator, and let it pick five words.
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No, what I’m saying is, I know that you can make all kinds of stuff on a grill that you wouldn’t normally think. Pizza. Desserts. Dishes fancier than, “CHAR FLESH UNTIL SATISFIED.” So: what do you make on your grill that goes beyond the norm?
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Apple’s iPad is a marvelous device for writers. I didn’t honestly know if it would be when I got mine. Writing is so often driven by a tactile feel: the clack-chack-zing of a typewriter translates to the PC keyboard, and here comes the iPad, which is really just a rectangle of glass. Do you really want to write a novel on a window pane? Could be, rabbit, could be.
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I just finished a novel, and I had moments where I rubbed elbows with a crazier version of myself, a version of myself with blood in his beard. But somehow, I kept it together. I dared not lose my shit because I was on deadline. You fuck with a deadline, you get fucked by the deadline. That’s freelancer law.
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I’ve been watching a lot of film noir from the forties and fifties over at Noir City, the noir film festival going on this month at The Egyptian Theater in Hollywood, and I’ve noticed something that’s been bothering me: There are a lot of happy endings. Seriously, what the fuck?
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