Let Me Not Read You a Story

I had a story accepted for the Bound Off podcast a while ago, and the editors asked if I wanted to record it myself or to have someone from Bound Off read it. Well, I really like this story, so I thought it would be nice if the podcast sounded, you know, good. In other words, I wanted somebody else to record it. Well, my story is available today as part of Bound Off Issue 59 (available at Bound Off and on iTunes), and there is no doubt that I made the right call. Dave Robinson makes the story sound GREAT.

The best part is that now whenever someone wearing earbuds is obliviously in my way, I can tell myself they are understandably distracted by the oh so entertaining “Crank Combination Radio Flashlight with Flare Capability.”

the omnivore’s die-lemma

I joined Twitter less than three weeks ago, and since then I’ve caught myself writing at least three (fiction) tweets with a cannibalism theme.  Thaumatrope published one of them, which is cool, but I’m going to hang onto the others for now.  Purely in a transparent attempt to appear well-balanced.  In the meantime, I will give you stories about…vegetables.  Yeah, when I wrote yesterday’s post (in response to a Plinky prompt to write a 200-word story as fast as I could), I probably overcompensated by forcing the story to be about cucumbers.

my salivation

Well. That Wednesday headline yesterday kind of obligates me to have something to say for myself today. Gotta keep things looking fresh and up to date. Yep. Just thinking aloud here. So anyway I’m wearing earplugs. My neighbor is singing again. He sings a lot. His dedication to his art is laudable. Also, loud. In addition to or sometimes instead of singing in a very carrying voice, he plays a disconcerting array of instruments. (Only one at a time, though.) It has occurred to me that maybe I should try to condition myself to think of this noise as a signal to write, when that’s not what I’m already doing. But it would only work if I wore earplugs. Okay, so the signal would tell me it was time to put in earplugs…but once I’m wearing the earplugs all I have to say to the signal is “I can’t hear you! I’m supposed to what?” Oh well, I tried. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do believe it’s time to eat.