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March 2017

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how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porch light on?

Toughest question of the holiday season: stillsostrange wants to know what the angstiest Cure song is.

skzbrust on The Myth Of The Slush Pile.

Foxtrot celebrates my home region. 

That link for The Lost and the Damned chat, tonight at 10 PM EST. Come harrass a sleepy Bear! (Hmm. Maybe that isn't such a great sales pitch.)

Not new, but always worth reposting: all kinds of action figures. Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, the Lunch Lady, Vincent Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde, sports fan, Annie Oakley, Anne Bonny, Rosie the Riveter, etc etc etc.

The mighty mighty Hal Duncan (who we hope is nearly recovered from one of my publishers dropping him on his head) on Un Lun Dun, bleeding on the page, and Those Stories (the kind that involve picking scabs.) I have much the same experience these days: even when I'm using my own blood as a medium, it's in a very calculated way. And part of the calculation is making it look uncalculated.

It's also nice to know I'm not the only writer who uses rock performances as metaphors for how I get things done. ;-)

Right. It didn't snow and it won't snow, so it's time to get words, so I can (later) go to the gym and the Asian grocery store and do some dishes and sweep the floor, which is covered with the corpses of shredded cat toys.

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Comments

I would comment on the actual content of this post

but I'm too busy staring at that icon.

Re: I would comment on the actual content of this post

Hypnotic, isn't it?

*stares*

Re: I would comment on the actual content of this post

*hopes for a trick*

Re: I would comment on the actual content of this post

I kind of thought that second-to-last frame qualified.

Although, there is video of him on Youtube prancing about in leather pants and a pony tail.

Like, ponyboy, not like, long hair pulled back.
About the Myth of the Slush Pile: now's not the time to tell you that 101 Reasons To Stop Writing actually got be back to writing, if only to contribute to the cause? (I swear, if I get any more self-loathing, I'm going to start up diatribes against ex-Catholics, albinos, and palaeontology enthusiasts.)
*g* Everybody has to have a purpose in life, man.

If spreading bitterness and despair to would be novelists is yours, I think that's great.
Just doin' my job, ma'am. I'd spread terror and doom, but I'll have to see if I get that in my next annual review.