Thursday, February 20, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Well, here's a funny example below of how clever folks use the service.
So, I've always wondered what it would be like to be Spider-Man.... now I know. It would be awful (P.S. Make sure you unmute it to get all the drama).
IN OTHER NEWS, I mentioned on the other blog a few weeks ago about wanting to read some SF from Octavia E Butler, I picked up a book the other day of hers (had the worst cover ever, that has to be bad on purpose, because, no one would ever put that out and think it was good) and started reading, I quickly got engrossed and was plowing through it when my WIFE picked it up while I was running into Home Depot for some grout and other assorted project things.
|That's ugly, right?|
I had it in the car and when I came out she was reading. Curses. Not only did she start reading it, she stole it from me. I'm halfway through a book that I can't read because my wife won't let me have it. I think she'll finish the whole thing today, so I shouldn't have to go that long without it, but damn.
In the meantime, it gave me an opportunity to write this post, so at least there's that. Of course, I tend to only have these sorts of things up when I can't think of anything else to say.
Friday, February 14, 2014
I know, the last few posts have just been these things where I just link to what I put up over at the Indie Writer's Blog. Um, this is another one of those posts.
It's Valentine's Day. I have a flash fiction piece up about a girl and her abusive mad scientist boyfriend. With Pictures!
It was a retelling of the story Briane Pagel put up early in the week. I tried to be clever with it. But I didn't have the time I needed to make it as good as I wanted to. I could have, but I'd have posted it the second week of March if I'd done that, no longer appropriate for the holiday.
So, please, go check it out. And have a great weekend. I'll have normal posts up next week.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Funny, it was supposed to be a 'weekend filler' post, where I put up a picture and a link and then make a barely coherent flippant remark. I was going to schedule it for tomorrow, but then I kept writing, I might have cried once or twice, there was drama... humor...
So it went up this afternoon instead.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
The great Alex J Cavanaugh once dreamt of a world where folks like me, the unstable, wishy washy, highly sensitive writer could vent their fears into the world without fear of reproach. Yes, that’s the same Alex J Cavanaugh whose novel, CassaFire, is just $.99 this week.
As for me, I’ve been waist deep in revisions for some time now. I’ve been piddling with this story for a few years now – and complaining about it for almost as long.
The reason I’ve been mired in endless revisions, which show no sign of ending, is that I have hit upon a story that I like. I mean, that I really like. So I keep rereading and tweaking things over and over again in hopes that it will be to other people, all the things it is to me. Which is great.
But with that, I think, comes a whole new level of insecurities. I’ve been trickling out short stories for a couple of years now, just tossing them out when I feel like I’m not really going to find a better home for them.
But this, this is different, this is my heart and soul, and a (intermittently at least) a few years of my life. Not constantly working on it, but constantly worrying about it. If this is the best that I can do right now, then any less than stellar rating I get for it will be a reflection of me, as an artist, as a human being, and as someone that spent a few years working on a thing that will most likely be met with a collective shrug from the world.
So I’m pensive, nervous, and am procrastinating. Latest target for overall readiness…. End of March. We’ll see how I feel about it then.