Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Coffee High
I mentioned once before that I'm a tea addict. I'm pulling an all nighter. A have a mug of coffee. I'm wide awake, and my eye lids are so wide open that I have to use scotch tape to hold my eyes down. I've come out of my postpartum lunacy from sending off that last story, and am currently working at another. It will be a "chapbook". A morsel of black humour, needless to say. I have about 3 short stories I think I'll do before I return to trying to chop through the thick brush, and vines, and snakes, and muck, and mire of [The Obscure Opus].
I plan to write one story which is nominally horror, one that is nominally science fiction, and another surreal satire. I'll again try my damndest with these stories, whether one, or two or three of them allow me to get my literary cherry popped, I'll keep them. I'll store them in an old shoebox and tuck them into a corner of my cell.
I've been up for about 21 hours so far. We'll see how long I can go before I pass out and wake up in a strange spot, possibly tied to the top of a flagpole with a maple leaf painted onto my chest. The Canadian literary establishment's out to get me after some incendiary remarks I've made in regards to them. Until then, back to action.
See everyone in hell!
