99.99% Crap
Predator Press
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So much for taking a break.
This morning, I cheated on Predator Press.
I cut and pasted three stories from this blog (“A Fairy Tale”, “Silent Night Holy Crap”, and “Love is a Funny Thing”) at www.writing.com.
I feel like such a filthy whore.
But I got four and a half stars out of a possible five in my first review. So screw it.
Now, I know you’re thinking ”Oh jeez, now his ego is gonna be unbearable.”
Hell yeah you’re freakin right it is! Woo-HOO! Egomaniacs are looking at me and going “Jesus Christ, I wish I had his ego right now!”
Hey, this writing stuff takes a lot of time, and it’s virtually thankless. So I’m having a self high-five today.
Okay, I'm done.
Still, those are older pieces; my favorite stories are the newer ones with people that are flamboyantly flawed and infinitely more interesting. Which is sad in a way ... should I go back to the older stuff?
For instance, “A Slicing Device” --my adaptation of “A Christmas Carol” (God, that’s funny now that I think about it)-- is a much better piece in my opinion. But it doesn’t make much sense without the backstory of the cast: you can't submit stuff like that to anybody at all.
I think this means I’m writing an exponential amount of unappreciable, non-profit crap.
Well, the world needs crap too.
What else would we do with all those toilets?
[LOBO]
So much for taking a break.
This morning, I cheated on Predator Press.
I cut and pasted three stories from this blog (“A Fairy Tale”, “Silent Night Holy Crap”, and “Love is a Funny Thing”) at www.writing.com.
I feel like such a filthy whore.
But I got four and a half stars out of a possible five in my first review. So screw it.
Now, I know you’re thinking ”Oh jeez, now his ego is gonna be unbearable.”
Hell yeah you’re freakin right it is! Woo-HOO! Egomaniacs are looking at me and going “Jesus Christ, I wish I had his ego right now!”
Hey, this writing stuff takes a lot of time, and it’s virtually thankless. So I’m having a self high-five today.
Okay, I'm done.
Still, those are older pieces; my favorite stories are the newer ones with people that are flamboyantly flawed and infinitely more interesting. Which is sad in a way ... should I go back to the older stuff?
For instance, “A Slicing Device” --my adaptation of “A Christmas Carol” (God, that’s funny now that I think about it)-- is a much better piece in my opinion. But it doesn’t make much sense without the backstory of the cast: you can't submit stuff like that to anybody at all.
I think this means I’m writing an exponential amount of unappreciable, non-profit crap.
Well, the world needs crap too.
What else would we do with all those toilets?
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