Skip to main content
Got a short story/novella/full-fledged novel started. So many slashes, so little clue.

Anyway, whatever it turns out to be, it's a cool idea, full of misfits, pathos and flying monkeys. Everyone will read, and everyone will be amazed at the sheer audacity of me actually putting words down for others to read (kinda like 21st century cave etchings, if you will).

So let it be written, so let it be done. - Yul Brynner as Pharoah in The Ten Commandments

Popular posts from this blog

ROCK'N'ROLL VAMPIRES FROM OUTER SPACE!

Ever find something you did a long time ago and realize that you don't remember doing it at all? No? Then I guess I am alone. Again. Naturally. So I was just looking through some old Word files when I came upon what looks to be a fabulous opening to a short story. Check it out: *************** ROCK’N’ROLL VAMPIRES FROM OUTER SPACE Jimmy Blasewell stood behind the counter, eyeing the scraggly dude in the worn Army jacket down the chip aisle. *************** That's all there was in the Word file. Now I'm pissed that I never finished it because that's a story I'd really like to read.

I May Be Responsible For Ending Brett Favre's Career

Yes, it's finally official: the NFL jersey that I wear directly affects EVERYTHING. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Here's the scene. This morning. Post shower. Pre shirt. Vague thoughts whoosh through, around and past my brain. What should I wear today? What is today? Do I work today? Hey, the Cowboys play a special, super-duper Thursday night game this week. Is this Thursday? By God, I think it is. I must wear my Emmitt Smith jersey today. But lo! They are playing the Packers. I also have a Brett Favre jersey, because I like Brett Favre, NOT because of any kind of affection for the Packers. The Packers suck, but Favre's cool. Don't ask me why; I don't ask you about your irrationalities. My pro jersey lineup, if anyone's interested (and if you are, I fear your social ineptitude): Emmitt Smith Brett Favre Dirk Nowitzki (this one doesn't seem to work in either a good or evil direction) Roger Staubach (my favorite; if I ever lose this twenty pounds, I