Archive for September, 2011
Remembering is good, though. Celebration isn’t, but that’s up to us not to turn this into some kind of crass holiday. Point being, I wasn’t going to write anything. And yet, here I am, barking into the void. You want to know what I remember about 9/11? Here’s what I remember.
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It’s that time of the week. Friday rolls around, you know what that brings with it, don’t you? A Friday flash fiction extravabonanza. This week’s topic is: write 1000 words based on the fiery torchlit image within. Go forth and tell us a story.
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You’ve seen the Thursday interviews, yeah? Well, we’re gonna do more. I’ve already got a couple lined up, but — but! Your help is requested. First, I’d like to hear if you have any particular questions you want answered. Second, I need subjects. So suggest some subjects, willya?
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Storytelling is always an act of enticement and, further, is frequently an act of whittling and winnowing. Because that’s what a synopsis is: it’s you telling your story. Except instead of 300 pages you get, say, ten. Or five. Or one. Hey, nobody said it was going to be easy.
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Obligatory THE LIFE OF THE WENDIGO post incoming. Alert your state government. Hide your sisters. It’s time to talk e-books, t-shirts, recipes, cornpunks, baby laughs, and more. And while we’re at it, I ask that you share some recipes and tell me what *you’re* up to, too.
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