Welcome back, y’all!
It’s time for episode #60! Woo hoo!
In this episode, I attempt to interview myself. No, seriously. It’s all part of a new segment I’ll be including in Writing In Suburbia twice a month. I’ll be interviewing writers and asking them two questions: Why do you write? and, What was, or still is, the hardest part about being a writer?
I’ve already got some great interviews recorded.
But I thought it would be fun to break y’all in with an interview of myself. Fun? Sure. Funny? Yeah, I crack myself up.
So, have a listen and enjoy!
Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
Welcome back, y’all!
How do these Fridays keep happening? Where do they all come from? It’s like every week there’s another Friday. Crazy.
HEY! Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, but HEY!
Okay, maybe not that last one…
Anyhoo, reviews are how authors stay alive these days. If you forget to review your favorite author then they shrivel up like shrinky dinks and become husks of their former selves. And as much fun as that would be to watch, just like watching shrinky dinks in the oven, most authors don’t enjoy shriveling. Something to do with the thymus gland or whatever.
Here’s a pic you can click for ease and convenience of travel to Amazonland:
Also! Guess what?
Now, on with the drabble!
“Can we cry alone and be our better selves?” Missy asked, her eyes locked onto the image before her. “Can we be solitary creatures and improve upon our basic beings?”
“Uh…” Craig mumbled, unsure of where she was going with all that.
“I mean, look at this,” Missy continued, nodding at the image. “It’s excruciating. The inner turmoil I feel demands that I be alone.”
“I’m not seeing…” Craig began, but gave up. The image wouldn’t let him finish.
“Maybe we should break up?” Missy suggested.
“I can’t… I won’t…” Craig stuttered.
The image watched them, mocked them, ruled them.
Disclaimer: REVIEW OR DIE!
Happy Friday, y’all!
Is your Friday a freezing hellscape of wind and stupid weather? Mine is! Over 50 degrees yesterday and now it isn’t even 30? END TIMES, PEOPLE! END TIMES!
Speaking of end of times, and beginning of times, you should check out Brian Walton’s Recursion series.
“The Recursion Event Saga is a time travel thriller told chronologically in 5 parts. each taking you to unique settings, times, and characters. From 1950s Paris to a post-apocalyptic future, lives and fates collide in ISD Agent Molly Gardner’s desperate fight to hold together the threads of history, and to solve the riddle of her life.
A war-correspondent searching for his dead wife, a young screenwriter with a love for the paranormal, a time-traveling double agent, and a girl who’s lived multiple lives—all play a part in the century-spanning saga.
Sounds cool, right? Check it out!
Something else to check out? Autographed novels! I am now signing and shipping books directly to you! To YOU!
Also, don’t forget about Galactic Vice! And sign up for the mailing list!
Now, on with the Drabble! Huzzah!
“I can’t find my wallet,” the man sobbed. “I can’t find my wallet!”
“Should we help?” Melissa whispered to Jeff. “He looks really upset.”
“He lost his wallet,” Jeff said as the couple walked on. “I’d be upset too.”
“IT WAS MY LIFE!” the man shrieked.
“Jeff…” Melissa hissed.
“Fine,” Jeff said, returning to the man as Melissa waited. “Hey, buddy, can I–.”
The knife slash was swift.
“Did you take it?” the man asked, Jeff’s throat spewing blood.
The man smiled down at Jeff. Then he picked up something from the sidewalk. “Oh, wait, here it is.”
Disclaimer: Watch the hands.
Hey there! I missed y’all last week. It was Black Friday and I spent the weekend buried under a pile of Pillow Pets. They were 75% off. I wanted the koala so I dug deep. Then it all went dark. That’s why I missed last week’s Drabble Party. My bad…
But, hey, I’m back now!
First, for the obligatory sales pitch: BUY MEGA 6!
On with the 100 words!
Five friends went into the woods. Four friends came back.
What they saw, they never spoke about. What they did, they never told. What they experienced, they tried to forget.
Four friends went into the woods. Three friends came back.
What they saw, one of them spoke about. What they did, one of them told. What they experienced, one could never forget.
Three police squads went into the woods. No police squads came back.
Two friends found the third friend. Two friends took the third friend into the woods. No friends came back.
The woods sighed. The woods were happy.
Disclaimer: Stay away from the woods, yo.
It’s a Friday Night Drabble Birthday Party!
Not because it is the birthday of the Drabble Party, but because it’s my birthday! MINE!
Which means y’all owe me a present. Here’s my list:
- Pick up Black Box Inc. right now in ebook or paperback.
- Leave a review for Black Box Inc. if you’ve already picked it up.
- Pick up Razer Edge (or any of the Roak books).
- Or leave a review for Razer Edge. It needs reviews!
Okay, now that you’ve done all that, it’s time for my gift to you!
Pure fear. That’s what Harold felt as he stared at the monstrosity in his garage.
“Uh…thanks?” he said with a forced smile.
“It’s a car,” Livia stated.
“Yeah, I see that,” Harold replied. “Is it, uh, street legal?”
“Well, no, obviously.”
Harold reached behind him, fumbling blindly for the doorknob. He gave it a twist. The clicking noise made Livia turn and her blood smeared face glowed eerily in the fluorescent lights.
“Where ya going?” she asked.
“Gotta pee,” Harold replied then fled, leaving Livia and the dripping, stinking, pile of meat she called a “car” far behind.
Disclaimer: Zoom zoom!