The very finest in fake lies, yelling, and jokes that aren't worth the legwork
So this is fun, remember that meeting I was super mad about being forced to go to on my day off instead of just calling in like I asked to do? Turns out the person I sat next to in that very small, very unventilated room for three and a half fucking hours just tested…
Listen though: SOME OF THE TIMES, you stay up too late reading because you can’t stop switching back and forth between A Memory Called Empire and The Delirium Brief, and THEN you have to get up early on what’s supposed to be your day off, and ALSO you can’t have your Diet Cokes–your only goddamn…
I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN FICTION THAT WASN’T A PLAY BEFORE. This is an idea I’ve had kicking around for a while. I have no idea if it’s good, due to my inability to evaluate my own work and also because I assume most short stories aren’t written somewhat frantically in the course of an evening…
Gang–homies–squad???–I had a long, rough day, and I sat down to write this without a damn thing to say for the intro. What do I tell the good people about? The new technique I’ve discovered for getting clinic managers to do what I want? What I just learned about the only reason octopodes haven’t killed…
It’s me! Hi! I’m the problem! But I’m your problem, and there’s something to be said for that. It’s twenty and twenty and three if you can believe it and even if you can’t, by some accounts. Let’s start the year right and Talk a little Bookish, shall we? Let’s Talk Bookish is a weekly…
GANG: It is Cloudy and Cold, the feral kittens outside chomp on the bikkies they dupe us into giving them by peeking cutely through the windows, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds is keeping me company, and but for a moment, all is right with the world. Admittedly: I do have to go get a haircut…
I HAVE JUST RETURNED from a three-and-a-half-hour work meeting on my day off, which AS ONE MIGHT IMAGINE was an infuriating waste of my good christian time. So I’m really hoping today’s topic will be something fun and–OH YOU ARE JOKING MY ASS. January 4th: What is a treasure that’s been lost? (Obligatory reminder to…
Day 3! Of the year, of Bloganuary, and of the rest of our lives! If we all keep the pact we made that terrible night and never speak of it again, Susan. January 3rd:What Is Your Earliest Memory? (Obligatory reminder to subscribe to my once-monthly newsletter here, which rounds up everything I wrote in the preceding…
Okay, yesterday’s prompt was kinda abstract, hopefully today will be a little more straitfo–OH COME ON. January 2nd:How Are You Brave? (Obligatory reminder to subscribe to my once-monthly newsletter here, which rounds up everything I wrote in the preceding month, grants access to a curated members-only Spotify playlist, and includes a piece of exclusive bonus…
LET IT BEGINUARY. For those unaware, Bloganuary is a daily writing-prompt…game, I guess??? in the style of your Let’s Talk Bookishes and Top Ten Tuesdays and WWW Wednesdays and similar, courtesy of our Benevolent Sovereigns at WordPress, whose dark, undreaming sleep we pray will never be disturbed. WordPress: The Shadows Will Bleed And The Locks…
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