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Darien put a hurried red ‘X’ through an old ladies picture. Deftly swapping his pencil for his cigarette, he called out to no one in particular: ” Three in a row, New York Times. Getting close, getting close” The lunch room was a sketch of muttering and rustling papers as the other players upped their game, rushing . . . → Read More: Death Inc. #fridayflash I came, I saw, and I got conquered. Before committing to National Novel Writing Month, I sat down with the calendar and a calculator. Given my oddball work schedule and various and sundry commitments, my daily word count would have to exceed the magic 1667 per diem. I was looking at 2631 words per available day. Some . . . → Read More: A NaNoWriMo Debrief #nanowrimo Another from the Six Sentences Archive to finish off National Novel Writing Month. This was originally shared January of 2009. When your crouched in an aisle in the back of the poorly lit corner of the university library, surrounded by 2 years worth of the Journal of Pop Music, you’ll know. You’ll know because you will look . . . → Read More: How you’ll know. #fridayflash During National Novel Writing Month, I am highlighting a selection of my contributions to the 6 Sentences Social Network. This was originally posted in March of 2009. I notice the orange cones that mark a ladder sticking out of a manhole cover, and I look because I am the curious sort. A head and shoulders emerge, the eyes . . . → Read More: Some Folks. #fridayflash During National Novel Writing Month, I am highlighting a selection of my contributions to the 6 Sentences Social Network. This was originally posted in March of 2009. It was in response to a prompt from Anthony Venutolo It used to be a nice place Double shifting . . . → Read More: Fifteen Percent #fridayflash. Week two started with an interesting revelation: My brain is a sponge. Writing is what happens when that sponge gets squeezed. This was supposed to be a simple, straight forward time travel story. It has expanded to includet mythological figures, redneck vigilantes, healthy doses of game theory, and the ghost of Marshal MacLuhan leaning over my shoulder . . . → Read More: No man is an island, but some of us are sponges. #nanowrimo During National Novel Writing Month, I am highlighting a selection of my contributions to the 6 Sentences Social Network. This was originally posted in May of 2009. The clouds rolled and churned in the sky, each revolution darker than the last, until the sun was gone entirely and the air grew heavy and damp. Little Charles was . . . → Read More: Weatherman #fridayflash One of those days that you have managed to scrounge the perfect amount of covers from your loved one, and scrunched them around your sleeping self in a configuration that creates the perfect body temperature. You’re cozy. Even your feet are warm. The comfort level is so optimal, you would gladly accept a catheter if it would . . . → Read More: It’s One of Those Days #nanowrimo So far so good for National Novel Writing Month. Well, except for the changes. My antagonist is now the protagonist, and my protagonist is what – unemployed? Re-written? I’ve been knee deep in National Novel Writing Month prep work the last week or so, and as such I offer you a little something from my past. This piece was originally posted over at the Six Sentences social network in December 2008. My faulty spine and my grin I get from my father, and the freckles . . . → Read More: How I learned to curse. #fridayflash |
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