Sorry I haven't been up and about in far too long.
Post summer madness, I jumped onto another feature. Yay, more work, right?
I promptly jumped right back off after the most severe case of the flu I've had since I was a child. Two weeks later, and the view of a real meal is still making my stomach leap around like a gymnast with Tourettes. Ugh.
Filling time when you're that sick becomes it's own challenge - the lack of focus makes writing or drawing darned near impossible. I tried anyway - the results were promptly deleted. I orally expelled more interesting things than what came out of the fried brain pan.
So I surfed the web. Read some Hugo winning short stories - oh my. Science Fiction has come far. The past years winners were lyrical, engaging, heart - wrenching character based works that leave you with that fuzzy headed 'WOW' at the conclusion.
Lest you think I'm over focused on work:
http://accidentalpenis.com/
Because life is no fun without a childish giggle here and there.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Happy October!
Finally have the time to get back to writing. Oy.
In order to keep this from being boringly short, I'm going to share an older anecdote:
I had been spending the night at a friend's house; up late, chatting, the usual. She wants to show me something.
Sure.
A few moments later, she puts this small, whitish, egg shaped item in my hand. Looks a lot like a candied almond. I'm holding it, trying to figure out if I should eat it, try to guess what it is, etc.
After a few more moments she told me what it was.
'It's my gall stone."
GAH. I almost ate someone else's gall stone.
She keeps it in a small cardboard jewelry box as a memento. In the cotton batting.
I almost ate it.
I'm not quite sure what that says about either of us, but there you go.
In order to keep this from being boringly short, I'm going to share an older anecdote:
I had been spending the night at a friend's house; up late, chatting, the usual. She wants to show me something.
Sure.
A few moments later, she puts this small, whitish, egg shaped item in my hand. Looks a lot like a candied almond. I'm holding it, trying to figure out if I should eat it, try to guess what it is, etc.
After a few more moments she told me what it was.
'It's my gall stone."
GAH. I almost ate someone else's gall stone.
She keeps it in a small cardboard jewelry box as a memento. In the cotton batting.
I almost ate it.
I'm not quite sure what that says about either of us, but there you go.
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