I haven’t even tried to get back in the word game I’ve been playing. The thought of writing an entire post with only five-syllable words makes me shudder. But the Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day made me think: if everyone just pronounces whatever words I use in the way that Bush pronounces words, we’ll be okay. In other words, I could have used the word “nuclear” in my three-syllable post. Hm. That means I can totally use epenthesis in the…
This is part of the unedited first chapter of a book I started to write in late summer/early fall this year, during a few of my lunch breaks at work. I’m posting it here because I’ve discarded the story; I realized that the plot driver just isn’t going to work, so I’m trashing THE WHOLE THING. The names Allie and Candy were temporary, until I found better ones. Allie was going to be the main character; I borrowed her name…
During Scott Peterson’s penalty trial, while listening to court reporters discussing what Scott’s parents might say to the jury to save their son’s life, H.E. rolled his eyes. “I can hear them now,” he said. “‘Please have pity on my son. He just lost his wife and child!’” Honestly, I would not have been surprised. Share this post:
Just a little something I’m working on for Loose Id. I just realized the shadow might be in the wrong place, but oh, well. The versions I sent as final don’t have the shadow. Share this post:
When I first started doing book covers, I wondered aloud to H.E. why anyone would use stock photos. “I,” said yours truly, scoffing, “would create everything from scratch.” I’d be flipping through stock photo catalogs while saying this, of course, because that’s what would trigger it. I’d look through those catalogs—sent to me at work because, hey, I’m a graphic designer—and I’d feel so ultimately superior to anyone who actually bought from those catalogs. H.E. knowingly bit his tongue. He…