I didn’t know what flash fiction or drabble was until one of my publishers asked me to write one for their newsletter last year, but I’ve actually been writing them every now and then since my teens. I just didn’t know what they were called. I simply called them short short stories. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about taking up writing again, and because I don’t have a lot of patience to write longer pieces, flash fiction seems to fit the…
Two fellow tourists in the side of a large rock in the middle of Oz. Share this post:
Sigh. Not many covers this week. I had a lot of print work to redo, which didn’t leave much time for new projects. That leaves two new covers and several ads, of which I’m showing only one. On the positive side, I have noticed that several of my latest web designs are finally up on the authors’ sites. Meet Lisa Andel, Lacey Savage, and Jamie Craig. I worked on another web design this week, but I’m not saying yet for…
I must be sick or in the process of turning into a cat. I’ve been sleeping on and off all day today—two- or three-hour naps with four or five hours of wakefulness in between. Or perhaps it was the other way around. I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night and got plenty of sleep. I woke up to the sound of Mexican laborers stirring up the leaves, grass, and pollen outside, all of which gave me a…
I was going to post about a show I recorded last night, but it’s still sitting on my DVR, unwatched. Plus, the Smart Bitches have just posted the winner of their wickedly dirty onomatopoeia contest, so I figured now was a good time to post about the way my mind works, instead. In a nutshell? My mind is dirty. Yesterday, I was reading Bonnie Dee’s excerpt on the LSB forums when I came upon the phrase, “His **** stiffened…” My…