Tell Me a Story
“Tell me a story,” she says, her eyes bright in the light of the campfire.
“About a pirate ship with crimson sails, billowing in a gale…”
The God Shop
I’ve had a bit of a mental paper jam, in that it appears I’m not to write anything of particular substance without first I should relieve myself of a play that’s been taking space in my head for the better part of two years, now. And so — tadaa! — I’m writing a play.
Spammy Story: Weird Tales Loser
Weird Tales magazine recently hosted a spiffy flash fiction contest. The challenge: write a piece of fewer than 500 words based on a SPAM email. Well, gosh. I have a host of collected SPAM to choose from — some of them artful in their painful obfuscation and...
Town Meeting Day
And now for something completely different. Of late I’ve been writing an increasing amount about fiction on these pages. This is the first time in a very long while that I’ve offered up any of my own. Town Meeting Day — the first Tuesday in March...Tweetstream
- Roses are red, And come in a box, Necco candy hearts are no more, But you can buy ‘em from Brachs.
- RT @GregAndree71: 13yo student just passed me in the hall, and asked if I knew what day it was. I said I did, and he said, "All those kids…
- @chrislhayes What a really terrific show tonight! You shed a lot of light on the actual state of affairs on our sou… t.co/XXtWQPY1G2
- RT @BadAstronomer: Apropos of nothing, remember that *real* national emergencies are global warming gun violence right wing extremism fasc…
- @scalzi @ChuckWendig Throw in wicked penalties (hefty fines, mandatory minimum sentences) for those found to willfu… t.co/Eewid0Yvfl
- @scalzi Certainly has me rethinking the outer limits of plotting...
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