Posts Tagged ‘chuck’
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Ch-chak! BOOM.
Anyway, here’s a general “What The Shizznut is Wendig Up To?” post. Absorb it into your brain-stream or ignore it at your leisure. Contained within: dubious advice! Book covers! Interviews! Promotions! Incitements! Poop noise! Shall we continue? Let’s! As the Doctor would say: Allonsy!
(Alonzo.)
I think I might do this for all my releases going forward: a post on why I wrote what I wrote. For good or bad, a look into the creative process — like a piranha frenzy or a garter snake breeding ball — that results in the grim and gory birth of fiction. Here, then, is a look into why I went ahead and wrote SHOTGUN GRAVY.
“Sometimes she wakes up at night, smelling that gunpowder smell. Ears ringing. A whimpering there in the darkness. Doesn’t always hit her at night, either. Might be in the middle of the day. She should be smelling pizza, or garbage, or cat shit wafting from the house next door, but instead what she smells is that acrid tang of gunsmoke. All up in her nose. Clinging there like a tick…”
Here at terribleminds I talk a lot about our new son, He-Who-Is-Nicknamed “B-Dub,” and this time I thought maybe I’d show you him in motion. From Then until Now. I apologize in advance for the diabetes and cavities this will cause you. He’s very high on the Glycemic Index, this baby. Just too sweet.
