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
- RT @BillNye: Can't wait! t.co/RGtuUK8Q45
- RT @halvorson: 11yo: I think Donald Trump cares way less about being president than he does about winning. Dude.
- Just realized the purple eggplant I picked up at the market is sporting its own, er... emoji. t.co/xjlDvdthTN
- Again? It's like they just can't help themselves... t.co/gU5YFemcPI
- My Twitter feed this morning is mostly puppies and kitties. Thank-you, @anamariecox. t.co/kZLpOcAgch
- RT @Lin_Manuel: Good morning. Eyes up. Hearts up. Minds sharp. Compassion on full blast. (Sips coffee) Okay let's go.
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