Thursday, May 31, 2007

Free shtuff

So, I got some things in the mail this week. No candy, but I'm not going to turn away free books...

Ragamuffin by Tobias S. Buckell. I really enjoyed his debut novel, Crystal Rain, last year and am definitely looking forward to diving into this one. Just by the cover alone, I know it's going to be a fast-moving and fun.

Prime Codex edited by Lawrence M. Schoen and Michael Livingston. A reprint anthology, focusing on more upcoming writers than name brands. The TOC looks good, and there's even a story from one of the issues of Shimmer that I also appeared in. Hey, what, no love for the P-man?

Chrono Mechanics by Art Thibert. I got this for free from Dave Carter's FreeComicBookMonth contest that he ran all during May. Looks pretty interesting, and it's definitely off-the-wall which, not surprisingly, is perfect for my tastes.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Tenth Circle - Review

I've been trying to step out of solely reading genre titles lately (namely fantasy and science fiction), and my sister suggested Jodi Picoult's The Tenth Circle to me, knowing that a certain aspect of it would definitely appeal to me: its comic book-ness. Yeah, not a real term. Please file your complaint elsewhere if it bothers you. But what does it mean, you ask? Well, one of the main characters in The Tenth Circle is Daniel Stone, a comic book artist that works for the bigwigs in the business, and placed at the end of each chapter are a few pages from his latest work, a work that both mirrors the story's plot while conveying its own journey through the many circles of Hell.

First, I'll admit that I've always been intrigued by the mythology (er, probably not the best way to categorize something so epic) of Dante's Inferno. So I was curious to see the how it was going to be used in The Tenth Circle.

Simply put, this is the story of a breaking family. There's Daniel Stone, previously mentioned above, who's childhood of being the only white boy in an Eskimo village twisted him into a spiteful youth that robbed and cheated his way to freedom. His wife, Laura, teaches about Dante's Inferno at the local college while knowingly ruining her marriage with a boy half her age. Lastly, we have Trixie Stone, a teenage girl doing teenage things and thinking teenage thoughts. You know, how love is eternal and true, how the world isn't fair, how getting revenge against the boy that broke her heart might be a good thing. Unfortunately, it isn't. A horrible act of violence toward her sends her family into the blender, and as murder and rape are the headlining topics soon whispered throughout their usually quiet town, a family fights to understand one another, and possibly to save one another.

Suspense and plot-twists galore, The Tenth Circle's most appealing aspect are its characters: rage-aholic Daniel, conflicted Laura, angst-laden Trixie, the charming and sometimes seemingly innocent ex-boyfriend Jason, the detective who lost his daughter to drugs, even Wildclaw, the desperate superhero born from Daniel's imagination. These characters are beyond flawed, and yet, completely likeable. The reader feels for Trixie after what happens to her, the reader feels for Jason who is supposedly to blame, the reader feels for Daniel and Laura, a married couple that must put aside their own selfish problems to protect their child from further harm.

I did have some problems with The Tenth Circle. Some parts really asked me to stretch--emotionally, in most cases--as young Trixie manages to run away from Bethel, Maine to Bethel, Alaska with little trouble, and Laura's big reveal in the end felt rather...forced. Or, rather, out of character. Either way, everything leading up to it is marvelous, complicated, and interesting. Some of what happens seems too convenient, but often it isn't; it's just how these characters react and how their stories unfold.

Picoult doesn't just use rape and teen suicide as mere plot devices. She slaps them down on the lab table, cuts them open, sees how they work, gets right into them as far as humanly possible. It's by doing this that she gains such insight, whether it's Trixie understanding that people aren't born pretty or Daniel learning where all his hate and rage hid when no one's around. The Tenth Circle could've easily fallen on its face with too much preaching or This Act of Violence is Bad Bad Bad, but Picoult handles the book's themes much more quietly.

Plus, you know, I've got a soft spot for comic book superheroes. Wildclaw is the name of Daniel Stone's gifted/cursed alterego. The art in The Tenth Circle is done by Dustin Weaver, and it can be read all on its own for an engaging story of Wildclaw's trek through Hell to get back his daughter. Hidden within the artwork, a secret message reveals a message from Jodi Picoult on the book's theme.

So, overall, good stuff. Thanks to my sister again, I now have Picoult's Salem Falls on my desk to devour next. Mmm witchcraft...

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Progress notes for May 29, 2007

Whew, story is done. Time to let it sit for a few days and then I'll edit it with zero mercy.

"The Clouds are Calling"

New Words: 1,084
Total Words: 2,578
Pages: 7
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: DONE
Stimulants: Some wine
Songs played loudly: "Tie the Rope" by The Format
Exercise: Walk at the park
Mail: Couple rejections, and an awesome card from my sister
Darling du Jour: I swallowed, listening to Tom's father ramble on about what he's done in life, what he has put together for his family, how his own father never thought he'd be anything—certainly not a housemaster—and that it was all too much and now there was nothing left to gain. I listened hard as he said it, trying to mishear the words, catch something in the background. Nothing.
Other writing-related work: Nada
The Internet is full of Things: Interesting post on the death of serious science fiction over at PopMatters.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Progress notes for May 24, 2007

LOST season finale? Some good stuff there, some really good stuff. I liked a lot of the little things more than the big explosions--though they were cool. For example, ***SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER*** when Sawyer shoots Mr. Friendly Tom straight in the chest without a minute's hesitation. Perfect. That conman has nothing to live for now that he's done what he's longed to do and it's all downhill for him. And Hurley saving the boys...hee...I have to admit I loved it. Granted, how one drives a van without any noise through a pathless jungle irks me, but what are you gonna do. The flashforward was cool. Jack crying? Notsomuch.

Anyways, the season started slow but these last few episodes have been simply fantastic. I hate the show. I love the show. I can't wait for the next season.

Barely any big amount of wordage today, but writing is writing. I'll take whatever words I can, you know. And this will probably be the last update until the holiday weekend tis over. Guess I'll just let the story continue to ferment for a bit.

"The Clouds are Calling"

New Words: 230
Total Words: 1,724
Pages: 4
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: James has asked a question and now I must figure out the answer. Woo.
Stimulants: Green tea
Songs played loudly: "Card House Dreamer" by This Providence
Exercise: Does walking around Target for an hour count?
Mail: No mail, boo
Darling du Jour: N/A
Other writing-related work: Slushed
The Internet is full of Things: For those that grew up on 1980s and 1990s cartoons (meaning me, me, me), I give you Cracked's 15 (Painfully) Unforgettable Cartoon Theme Songs. Be prepared to have them in your head for a few hours. Gummi bears, bouncing here and there...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Stupid, Stupid Rat Creatures

It only took me a little over nine months, but last night I finished up reading Jeff Smith's Bone, the one volume edition that clocks in at over 1,300 pages. I'd originally started out reading a few pages a night, but The Busy kicked in and things slowed down. This was not Bone's fault. In short, I absolutely loved it.

The story--despite its large pockets of humor--is massively epic. It begins with the three Bone cousins: slightly aloof Smiley Bone, greedy Phoncible P. "Phoney" Bone, and the sensible one stuck between them Fone Bone. They've been run out of Boneville, with the blame falling on wannabe Mayor Phoney's shoulders. The trio ends up in a valley where they end up separated. Locust and rat creatures are chasing after them, and soon the oblivious Bone cousins are swept into a dangerous adventure to stop the Lord of the Locust from awakening.

Jeff Smith's artwork is admirable. The clash of the cartoony Bones and the medieval fantasy landscape, inhabited by more lifelike townsfolk, actually works in a way I wasn't expecting. It's charming, and by the hundredth page it's no longer even something to worry about. Bone is filled with recognizable and lovable characters, and even if some of them are a bit cliche, such as Thorn Harvestar, the farm girl that turns out to be a royal princess, but all is forgiveable. Smith knows how to write, how to pace a plot, how to make his characters emote with the lift of an eyebrow.

Oh, and Rose "Gran'ma" Ben and the Great Cow Race? Wonderful.

If you haven't checked out Bone (and I'm probably the only one late to this party), please do so now. It's completely worth the time.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Progress notes for May 22, 2007

Some writing. I just realized this evening how it's going to end, and already I'm worried about it. It's not going to be a happy ending. It's just going to be realistic. Well, nine times out of ten, I can't commit myself to churn out a cheerful conclusion. That's just not how the world works, folks.

"The Clouds are Calling"

New Words: 435
Total Words: 1,493
Pages: 4
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: End of scene, need to switch back to the present
Stimulants: Two cups of coffee
Songs played loudly: "Be My Escape" by Relient K
Exercise: A short walk outside
Mail: No mail
Darling du Jour: Tom entered the tea room with a digi-album in hand, family photos flashing on its cover in two-second intervals. He wore a cobalt suit without the jacket, and his square head seemed odd atop his chunky form. I greeted him with a handshake. My grip was stronger than his.
Other writing-related work: Nada
The Internet is full of Things: Here's the first official teaser trailer for The Golden Compass:

Monday, May 21, 2007

Caught in a lie!

Okay, I totally lied. Just banged out a piece of flash fiction called "Performing Tricks" at 900 words. Weird. It just kind of came to me so I sat down, wrote it, and submitted it. All within like an hour and a half. Some days I can't even write a paragraph...

Also, Heroes finale? Seriously good stuff. Resolved a lot, but still took it to new places. I was kind of hoping for dinosaurs, but you can't win 'em all...


No writing yesterday and probably no writing tonight. I do not believe the Muse has vanished. More like the Busy has taken residence in my head for a bit. Please leave all forms of sympathy, mockery, and cheese sandwiches in the comment field below.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Progress notes for May 19, 2007

I'd tell y'all to watch the all-day marathon of Heroes on the Sci-Fi Channel, but it's almost over now. Oh wells. Luckily, I've now been able to catch up on most of the episodes I've missed. Sylar is scary...

And, yay, I've started a new story. Fun voice, cloud cameras, and a mysterious suicide in an updated and thriving New York City. You know, one of those stories. We'll see where it goes.

"The Clouds are Calling"

New Words: 1,057
Total Words: 1,057
Pages: 3
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: End of scene
Stimulants: Hazelnut frapp from Starbucks
Songs played loudly: "So Alive" by Ryan Adams
Exercise: Boo, it's been rainy all day
Mail: Snailmailed a sub to Realms of Fantasy
Darling du Jour: Ignoble? Maybe. The man flew like a rock, and the city cried and shook, sick at the loss of such a precious elite.
Other writing-related work: Nada
The Internet is full of Things: Miss Snark is retiring.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Cool cover art

Here's the cover art for the first issue of Murky Depths, which my story "67442" will be appearing in:

Very excited about this. The lineup looks awesome, and hey, check out that fish-monster-woman-thingy. You know that's just so freaking scary that you'd have to buy an issue so that it wouldn't chase you in your nightmares.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

New web site

MyLifeComics has packed up its junk, hired a moving team, and relocated from WebComicsNation to WordPress. I think it'll be much happier there. Less neighbors, more room for expansion. That sort of thing. Anyways, here's the new link to the site:


Monday, May 14, 2007

Monday movie roundup

I've checked out some movies recently though not as many as, say, a high-schooler or that Ebert fellow. Of the three latest cinematic experiences, I loved one, liked one, and felt rather annoyed at one. Read on for answers...

Spider-Man 3. Well, it's been about three years since Peter Parker went unmasked to bear brawn and brains against evil banktellers, runaway trains, and that scientist that so wanted to be an octopus. He's back for a third spin, and though the world (i.e., New York City) loves him dearly, not all is happy in mundaneland. Pete's oblivious to MJ's pouty face, what with her Broadway career bombing worse than Stan Lee's stupidly useless and contractual cameo. His best friend, Harry, hates him. And, shocking shocking shocking, the man everyone believed had murdered Uncle Ben turned out to be innocent. Instead, we get the soon-to-be-Sandman, motivated by a locket and the thought of saving his child from...something. They never really said. I'm going to assume she's a heroin addict. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand alien goo has invaded the city, or rather just Parker's world where it can knit and sew and overall make him look exactly like Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes. Oh, and there's some throwaway characters: Gwen Staci, Eddie Brock/Venom, and Dr. Connors.

I went into the movie initially thinking that they were trying to cram too much into one film. I think I might have been right. The alien symbiote storyline has always been a favorite of mine, and it was not handled well enough here. In fact, this storyline could have been the whole movie if done correctly. Instead, the black shtuff let Tiger be a bit of a Jackass while taking Eddie Brock to a whole new level (from smug to dangerously smug). I'm still meh about the Sandman; his special effects were really neat, and they nailed him exactly like how he was able to recreate his clothing/hair and such from sand. Perfect. But still, reworking the existing storyline of Spider-Man just to fit a supervillain into the mold was annoying. I'd call it lazy, too, but it looked like a lot of work to reshoot those older scenes. Anyways, there's battles and tears and a few flickers of comicy humor. Having Spidey unmasked for most of these scenes was a benefit. Voiceovers can only convey so much. No one really important bites it (sorry, Harry), and looks to be back to normal. Maybe? I've heard there's going to be more films. Ugh. I'd watch if they brought out Black Cat, Dagger and Cloak, possibly Kraven. Maybe Rhino. But they'd need to replace MJ before I even thought of devoting more time to the franchise.

I did, however, enjoy Bruce Campbell. That's what I said: Peh-ker.

The Reaping. I still worry that a majority of folks might call this film by the wrong name of The Raping...Of Customers...And Their Time...Mostly Their Wallets. Hmm, that title might be too long. Regardless, we have a movie (mostly) about the ten plagues of ancient Egypt. You know, back when plagues were the shit. Rivers turning to blood, disease on livestock, locust, death of firstborn, cartons containing Rocky Road ice cream exploding upon human contact. Those ones.

Hilary Swank, after thwarting the evil that is low-income classrooms in Freedom Writers, is called upon to sort out a miracle happening in a backwater locale filled with some not-so-wholesome inhabitants. It's science VS. faith, except there's very little science and a whole lotta faith. Swank's character, Kat Winter, only once really blurts out solid facts to dispute that which is happening around her. When the little devil girl begins summoning magical fireballs from the midnight sky to smite the first-borns,'re just going to have to believe as well. I was hoping for more of a serious film that tackled such issues, that really stretched the argument of what could and what could not happen. Instead, it's a horror film with some jumps and twisty turns that is formulaic in its tepid meandering. Visually, the river of blood was impressive, and the overused quick flashes of scary things did their job to a J. There's room for a sequel, and I hope they answer this question: Why did the director feel the need to spend a good ten minutes on windchime shots when they had no purpose in the film? Why? Dear director whatshisname, may the heavens toss dead frogs on your doorstep until you solve this mystery. I know you did it to be a moron, but I have faith the answer is otherwise.

The Prestige (on DVD). I think I'll be sad when the Harry Potter films end, and not because I'm a Professor Snape fanboy (I am), but it'll make it much harder for film companies to put out movies with magicians in 'em on a yearly basis. So when both The Illusionist and The Prestige were fighting for attention, I saw Ed Norton flick and enjoyed it. Granted, I had problems with it and I'm not too interested in a lovey dovey tale...thankfully, The Prestige offered a completely different story. Two magicians trying to one-up the other, being sneaky and cruel, all while Wolverine searches out David Bowie and Gollum to learn the magic of electricity. Or teleportation. Cloning, maybe. Anyways, it's a slow movie, building up to those precious last minutes where everything comes together. I loved it. I can't say why though. I went into the movie un-spoiled, and generally was surprised by the big reveal (aka the prestige). The competition between two magicians so devoted to their trade was admirable; they knew they weren't doing real magic, but to them it was more than that. It was a show, a gasp, a round of applause. I rarely watch extras on my DVDs, but this time I did (there could have been more), and I'm looking forward to sitting down and re-watching it sometime. To try and catch all those clues, see the magic sparkling just in the background, unclear but there...

Saturday, May 12, 2007

"Sonorous" reviewed again

Matt Wallace, co-editor of Murky Depths, has posted a review of Apex Digest #9, and of my work he writes this (no, I did not bribe him with cookies):

At the end of every issue, Apex features a "Parting Shot" of flash fiction. This issue's parting shot is "Sonorous" by Paul Abbamondi, who is a very talented dude. We bought a similarly short piece of his called "67442" for the first issue of Murky Depths. While "67442" is about the replicant next door, "Sonorous" is about the thing waiting in the darkness. And despite what you may have learned from British dogging websites, you really shouldn't blow on things you find in the woods. Great piece. One of the better Apex parting shots I've read.

I'm quite pleased that no one has called it stinky yet. Any takers? Thanks, Matt! A new batch of cookies is on the wa...I mean, uh...ah, nevermind.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Heliotrope, #2

I've got some mandatory pimpage to do for the cohorts over at FantasyBookSpot. The long-awaited second issue of Heliotrope is now live and, thankfully, this time they have some HTML pages set up for those that are anti-PDFs. Looks to be an interesting issue (though zero non-fiction this time around, which, considering the length between this and the first issue, is a bit of a letdown), containing work from January Mortimer, Gerald Houarner, Vylar Kaftan, and Sonya Taaffe. So, er, go check it out!

Do I get any pay for this, Damon? Peanuts?

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Progress notes for May 8, 2007

Today I discovered some of the free comic books available online over at Image Comics. While perusing their diverse (and I do mean diverse, here) selection, one immediately caught my eye:

This is set in a futuristic universe where elephants are genetically created to be used as massive weapons of destruction. So we meet Ebony (ugh), an elephantman who is trying to get over his past, as he spends some time chatting with a little girl named Savannah (double ugh). The girl's innocent questions force Ebony to relive the oh-so-terrible moments of his gray life, and the story plays out rather like one might expect. The artwork is nothing to stampede over (see, I can be puny too), but I did enjoy the coloring and a few of the action shots. The story really lost me though, and I wished this had been something else entirely. Maybe something really serious or something completely comical; at the moment, it's kind of in the middle of those two, a mix that doesn't deliver on either account. Ever since reading Michael Bishop's "Bears Discover Smut," I've had a soft spot for worlds where enhanced animal lifeforms live among us like good-natured human beings. Alas, Elephantmen #1 is nothing short of stock material; hopefully I can find a better comic to read next. I believe they have one at Image Comics where the Pope does hand-to-hand battle with Satan's demons. Amen to that!

Oh, I also finished my latest short story. Now to let it sit and smell for a bit before I read through it again with my editing eye turned up to extreme prejudice. But, hey, it's done, and that's nice to know.

"The Songs He'd Sing"

New Words: 543
Total Words: 5,371
Pages: 13 (26 in proper manuscript form)
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: Because it's done...yay!
Stimulants: Coffee
Songs played loudly: "Bonnie Taylor Shakedown" by Hellogoodbye
Exercise: 4,284 steps at the park
Mail: Nothing really though I did re-new my subscription to Apex Digest thanks to a big bully named The Sizemore
Darling du Jour: Emily spent the remainder of the night sitting on the floor with her computer off and the window open. Outside, life in West County went on without change. Milo poured out a wrenching cover of "Less Than Zero" by Elvis Costello; at this Martin appeared, and she took him in her arms and hugged him until he squirmed.
Other writing-related work: Read more of a friend's novel
The Internet is full of Things: Eh...see above?

Monday, May 07, 2007

Progress notes for May 7, 2007

Whew, had a really tough scene to write tonight. Hopefully that means it turned out well considering how emotionally tied to it I felt. Anyways, just one final scene to write and then I can call it an official first draft.

"The Songs He'd Sing"

New Words: 995
Total Words: 4,827
Pages: 12
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: Mentally exhausted
Stimulants: Ice cream!
Songs played loudly: "Ideas" by Days Away
Exercise: Quick walk outside
Mail: A nice, personal rejection from ASIM that had been held to the final round ::snartleblast::
Darling du Jour: N/A
Other writing-related work: N/A
The Internet is full of Things: LOST is officially ending in 2010. So, they're stretching it out into three shorter seasons. Meh. I'll still watch, but I wished that Season 4 was going to be the final one. Oh wells.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Progress notes for May 6, 2007

This is turning into the story that won't end. I've had to abandon my initial plot when I stumbled into a really really really deep hole with no way out. There was no plausible way to save the characters, and they deserve saving. So, now, after a few reshaping of lines, they're going to jail for a bit. Hooray!

"The Songs He'd Sing"

New Words: 845
Total Words: 3,832
Pages: 9 and a half
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: Must work out what happens next, and for the love of all that is holy, WHY
Stimulants: Coronas
Songs played loudly: "I'm Asking Her To Stay" by Sherwood
Exercise: Um, does running errands count?
Mail: Nomail, tis Sunday
Darling du Jour: "Great. You leaving me to eat salads for eternity? Contrary to what you might think, I'm not in love with the sound of my own voice. There had actually been a time when meow was what I thought, and meow was what came out of my mouth." He sunk down, curling his feet beneath his small body. "I guess those were the days."
Other writing-related work: Toying with novel stuff
The Internet is full of Things: Spider-Man 3 sets a new opening-day record with $55.8 million. Of the many that have already seen the film, alas, I'm not one. Hopefully by next weekend though...

Freeeeeeee comics

Did everyone celebrate Cinco de Mayo by picking up free comic books? If not, shame on you and your dog.

Unfortunately, the shop I hit up did not have any more Pirates vs. Ninjas comics. I'm assuming it was either very popular or an entire clan of ninjas smokebombed the shop, stole every issue, and left without a trace. Yeah, it could've been that. Well, here's what I got instead:

Owly is a quiet character created by Andy Runton, but that's what makes him so endearing. In this issue, titled "Helping Hands," Owly must use what he remembers of his past to help his friend Bunny face her fears of the impending Springtime. The artwork is simple, but very telling, which more or less makes up for Owly and company's lack of speaking. It might be a bit kiddie for some, but I still enjoyed it regardless. Also, bonus bonus bonus, a quick six-page Korgi tale in the back by Christian Slade. Corgis are cool dogs, and corgis named Korgi are even cooler.

This is really three different comics rolled into one book. More for the money! Er, wait...these were all free to begin with. Oh wells. These were conceived by Gerald Way, lead singer of My Chemical Romance, with artwork Gabriel Bá and Dave Stewart. The Umbrella Academy has a lot of neat things to it, namely the characters. They're unique and well-designed, the coloring on them top-notch. What's presented here is merely a teaser for the upcoming series, and well, it worked. I want more.

Ah, the crème de la crème. Battlestar Galactica: Season Zero takes up back to a less stressful time, where the crew of the famous battleship could walk its halls with little to no hesitation in their steps. The events of this new series from creative team of Brandon Jerwa and Stephen Segovia take place two years before the Cylon Holocaust. We're shown younger, more carefree characters: Commander Adama and Colonel Tigh; they really nailed these two here, hitting their dialogue and banter perfectly while still allowing each to be their own person. If this is any indication of what a Caprica-like television season could be, bring it the frak on.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Sickly update

Sick today, so no progress on "The Songs He'd Sing." I am looking to finish it off by the end of the weekend. The ending isn't looking too bright in it, but hey, that's how these things go sometimes. Life isn't always teddy bears and prancing elves.

Also, for those that are unaware, Saturday is the best holiday ever: Free Comic Book Day.

Of them all, I really want this one the most:

Pirates vs. Ninjas #1—FCBD EDITION
by Fred Perry & Wes Hartman, & Craig Babiar
Featuring a flip cover by Fred Perry and special FCBD-only material! It’s no secret that pirates and ninjas have always been at odds. At long last, two of history's most formidable opponents in physical combat will meet on the field of destiny for the ultimate showdown. Throughout the millennia, these natural enemies have left death and despair in their wake. Now, they face each other to battle for supremacy. Let the greatest battle of all time commence! 32pgs, B&W

Flip cover! Supremacy! NINJAS!

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Progress notes for May 2, 2007

For those that pay attention, you'll begin to notice some different book covers under the Currently Reading column over there --->. I have a couple of non-genre books that I've been wanting to read lately. It'll be weird not to be reading about elves, robots, and spaceships for a bit, but that's all right. So first up is Jodi Picoult's The Tenth Circle, which is to be followed by Matthew Pearl's The Dante Club.

"The Songs He'd Sing"

New Words: 416
Total Words: 2,823
Pages: 7
Deadline: None, la la laaa
Reason for stopping: LOST is coming on and it's a John Locke-episode! MUST-WATCH-TV!
Stimulants: Is an apple stimulating?
Songs played loudly: "I Don't Love You" by My Chemical Romance
Exercise: 3,837 steps
Mail: One form rejection
Darling du Jour: "Are you going in the fridge tonight?"
She clicked her tongue. "No. No, not tonight. Too risky."
Other writing-related work: Nothin'
The Internet is full of Things: For those of you that have deep, emotional connections with computers (much akin to old ladies and their cats), do not watch the video below. The violence level in it would be labeled THREAT ORANGE.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Progress notes for May 1, 2007

Mingle2 - Free Online Dating

This--as I type with jittery hands from my fourth cup of coffee today--comes as no surprise. How addicted are you? If you beat me, you get to buy the next round of joe. Sucks to be you!

Oh, and happy May Day!

"The Songs He'd Sing"

New Words: 439
Total Words: 2,407
Pages: 6
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: Need to think some thingies out
Stimulants: See above
Songs played loudly: "Gravity" by John Mayer, "Belt" by Say Anything
Exercise: Nada, rainy day
Mail: Signed contracts for Strange Stories of Sand and Sea and will be dropping them in the mail tomorrow
Darling du Jour: "Yup." He squirmed, wanting down. "You forgot to mention the dog though."
"Must be new."
He licked a paw. "No worries. The thing couldn't even talk. Yap, yap, yap."
Other writing-related work: Contract reading and signing
The Internet is full of Things: I really love Michel Gagné's work, and he's put up his sold-out book Frenzied Fauna: From A to Z online for free. So, you know, check it out! I'm quite smitten with his version of sheep.

Sonorous reviewed, the second

Greg Schwartz from Whispers of Wickedness reviews Apex Digest #9, saying this of my story:

The last story of the magazine is Sonorous by Paul Abbamondi. It’s written in second person point of view, present tense, which is a very hard way to make a story work, but the writer pulls it off in this one. Sonorous is a short (one-page) tale, very reminiscent of Stephen King’s The Langoliers. In spite of the brevity, the story manages to build up a sense of suspense and impending dread which draws the reader in. Flash fiction is often hard to do, but Abbamondi seems to have a good grasp of it.

The rest of the review can be found here.