Ghostly Whispers
Yeah, so we’ve been having a few odd things happen around the apartment lately, so we decided to leave a digital recorder running while we slept. We didn’t expect this only twenty-four minutes into the night: Are you sleeping_ More to follow. We found about five in the first hour and haven’t reviewed the whole tape yet . . .
My Day in Hell
Well, actually, the town name was Hölle, which is German for both Abyss and Hell. Southern Germany, near the Czech border, pre-unification. Part of my platoon was on an orientation tour of THE WALL. Yeah, that wall. Hölle was the last little town outside the five kilometer zone before you reached it.
Why I Quit Being a Writer
Sometime last month, I decided that I didn’t want to write anymore. Why? Well, to tell the truth, writing has done nothing for me over the last couple years except to feed my feelings of inadequacy and guilt. It has made me feel, in order: Incompetent, lazy, unsympathetic, rude, dull, stupid and, of course, ridiculous for believing I could possibly ever rise to the level of skill I wanted.
Weekly Twits. Er, I mean Tweets for 2010-04-09
Now I KNOW I'm in a classy bar! http://twitpic.com/1csp4i #fb # Honest. Really. I just saw a commercial for discount cremation. And if you order now, they'll even throw in a free Dust Buster! #fb # @MartiMcKenna Yup. It's now officially a con. in reply to MartiMcKenna # LOST was excellent tonight. The last three weeks have blown away my [...]
