This is a rejection essay that is actually more of a rejection dramatization for a lovely uncontest.
It's based on a true account of rejection letters I've received in the course of trying to publish a novel. I've taken some license with the dialog with my roommate's consent.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A Useful Skill
This guy with the giant fan went up a few weeks ago. I didn't notice until today that no matter where I stand he looks like he's looking right at me. I think there might be a story in there.
But it isn't this week's story. This week's story is about a quiet guy with an unexpected skill. Besides cooking.
Fair warning, there's pasta, scotch, boats, and a very bloody ax ahead.
But it isn't this week's story. This week's story is about a quiet guy with an unexpected skill. Besides cooking.
Fair warning, there's pasta, scotch, boats, and a very bloody ax ahead.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The Perfect Sandwich
Buildings covered in ivy, a little ruined, but pretty and benign. This week's story takes place in a neighborhood full of buildings like this.
It's not about buildings though. It's about bacon. It was inspired by a very bad serving of bacon I had with my french toast last week.
The perfect BLT and a very desperate man ahead.
It's not about buildings though. It's about bacon. It was inspired by a very bad serving of bacon I had with my french toast last week.
The perfect BLT and a very desperate man ahead.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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I also saw a Black Sabbath tribute band. Their lead singer was... interesting. And by that I mean that he jumped around onstage like a twelve year old girl lip-syncing metal tunes in front of a mirror.
I in no way no what that looks like from experience.
This week's story doesn't have anything to do with metal. Or bands of any kind. But there are some lovely aliens and an encounter on a monorail.