I’m finishing up a short story tonight, partly because I’m anxious to jump onto the next idea, but mostly I really want the satisfaction of finishing it. Secretly, I think it’s because my friend told me I’m a lazy writer. It’s not too thrilling that most literary reviews don’t take submissions between May and August, but I plan to have some fiction ready to send around when September 1st hits. I may also want to post something on here for public viewing. Having seen it done before, I might add separate pages to this up top with some of my work.
Last night I was at Barnes and Noble just browsing the shelves and I found myself picking up five different books, and then announcing that I was going to purchase each one. However, I didn’t spend a dime. I have no clue where that willpower came from. Though, I really do want to pick up Darwin’s Bastards before the summer ends. It has both Coupland and Gibson—what more could I ask for?
Stage Fright 