I had a really nice fourth. Tiny barbecue with excellent company followed by blues fest and fireworks. I had a damn fine view. Though I would have enjoyed the fireworks more if I didn't have the drunkest, dumbest girl standing behind me. She decided to babble shrilly throughout the entire fireworks show ( Read more... )

He: I really liked your stories ( Read more... )

( Cut for sketches of superheroes. )

Sitting down after class and just doodling character illustrations for half an hour may be the best mode of decompression I've found so far. It also helps me to fix characters in my head by thinking about them non-verbally.


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Doodling with almost_blue19 last week and talking about superheroes and reminded me that sometimes I like to sketch the characters I'm writing about.

( Junkers. )

There's new flash fiction up at A. is A.

It only exists because I hate my current reading for junior seminar that my brain kept going off on tangents mid-sentence in order to distract itself from the task at hand.

The radio doesn't turn off. Tim spins the dial all the way down, but he can still hear sound leaking out of the speakers. He turns the knob in the other direction ( Read more... )

My roommate, Jeff, was sprawled out on the carpet in front of the couch ( Read more... )

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This was originally called "The Kid On Patrol". I stole that name from a boy I used to hang out with sometimes, but other than that this story is completely unrelated to him. I listened to lot of Bob Dylan and the title changed. You may have already read this story if you're a member of Writer's Alliance. This is a revision of that, forced into ( Read more... )

It's that time again! Well, it was that time again. Let's just pretend it's Sunday, shall we?

( Tim didn't particularly like the book girl. He was used to being perceived as a peripheral blur, and something about the way she looked at him made him distinctly uncomfortable... )