I find myself staring at the blank computer screen once again, with Friday on the way. I turn my eyeballs inward, seeking a topic to bloviate upon for a few paragraphs. What to talk about?
Dinner. I could talk about what I expect to serve for dinner. Alas, I have no idea, except that a can of beans will be involved.
Politics. No, I have sworn off talking about politics until after the election. You all know who you want to vote for, you all know what's at stake, and nothing I say will have any effect. I will remind you to be sure you're registered, and to be sure to show up at the polls on election day. That's all I have to say about that.
Movies. I've seen some corkers since I got Turner Classic Movies up and running again. I'll tell you about some of them later. Not right now.
The triumphs of the writing life. Yes! I finished Monkeystorm (huzzah), and to my eye at least it is good. Harold, a connoisseur of trash fiction, tells me it fulfills all the requirements for a thriller. One of my other first readers found a plot hole which I quickly filled up with blood and gore. But it's short, a mere 55,000 words. I'm not sure I have the nerve to send it to my agent like that.
And yet it occurs to me that Monkeystorm, a story about a video game (among other things), might be packaged with a copy of the actual video game. That way 55,000 words would be plenty. Or not. I'll see what my agent has to say.
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- The Change of Life
- A Trip to Deer Isle
- Internet Constant Contact: How Much Is Too Much?
- The Royal Victoria
- The Reach Exceeds the Grasp
- Rudolf Bing and Mrs. Glaser
- The Other Side of My Story
- How I Cured My Ailing Main Character
- Two Untimely Deaths
- How Not to Spend Money While Shopping
- Dancing into Autumn
- My Kind of Guy
- Suitable Topics for a Blog Post
- Teddy in East Africa
- Humor – The Secret Weapon
- The Killing Fields
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