“I don’t do this kind of work,” I told the CIA Domestic Station Chief. “I’m a journalist.” “Bullshit! It’s the same thing, except this time you’re just publishing to a more exclusive audience.” He had been sitting on my couch when I got out of the shower. Strolling naked toward the bedroom to find some...
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Here’s a start on what I’m working on this week. Current word count is 5500 and rising. Never laugh at a fat werewolf. No, I’m not joking. There are werewolves. There are even fat ones. And while laughing at them is generally...
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The baton lay deep in the back of the closet secured in a gun safe as tall as I am. No guns in the safe, mind you; I don’t like them, and Lucy hated them. But the safe was necessary for a host of reasons, between holding some of our cash and a decent...
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Bouncing around a fiction blog idea in my head. The setting is a dystopian near-future (a few decades ahead of us, no more) where the government requires all adult citizens to journal 250 words a day, six days a week. Required by law. The government frames it as a “grassroots evaluation of how they’re doing...
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some first-person character work tonight. My Cancer Angel bit of a sixth sense I didn’t have before the cancer some days she makes me hurt provides me with certain insights The only companion I’ve had since Tiana tied cancer came after Tiana She reminds me not to fuck around She’s one of the reasons I have as many books as I have...
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Writing isn’t easy. Especially when you’re dealing with intense subjects. But it can be really rewarding, and terribly fun. You get to create people from scratch that say stuff like this: “Being a cancer survivor is a lot like being a recovering alcoholic. People look at you out of the corner of their eye and...
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2000 words tonight on Pub Crawl. Shaping up to be good, I think. Premise is basically “my dream writer’s retreat” coupled with “people dealing with the end of the world.” With some sin and debauchery and cowardice thrown in. I’m liking it so far. Hoping it’s real. I’m not one for fantastical fantasy. Changed some of...
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S.S. Pub Crawl Writer’s Retreat Liability Waiver 1. Disclosure 1.A. My lawyer’s balls are bigger than the moon. 1.A.a. He has Antonin Scalia polish them before climbing into bed with two supermodels every night. 1.B. If you’re lucky enough to see the inside of my office, the picture on the wall of a man with a halo, the...
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Story Idea Disgustingly rich writer buys large ferry, converts it into a combination pub/cruise ship sort of thing. Begins doing cruises out of Boston Harbor into international waters, the last place in the civilized world that one can smoke inside a pub. Mostly writers, artists, etc., cruises last a week. Sign above the door to...
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Zombie-involved detective story zombies become fact of everyday life, cultural subset, subculture/counterculture type appendage have own bars, scene, authors, entertainment “Extreme dying is extreme living, man” “We’re no different than base jumpers or skydivers, except we don’t…nggg….pop the parachute. Undeath is our fucking reserve chute.” riff riff riff Detective searching for chick that loved that undead, jonesed for them -badge bunny...
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