If the old interview is recovered, I'll post the link. If not, well, if no one minds waiting, I will be giving a new one at some point.
It would appear that through an error/oversight/who knows what, the link to my interview has been broken. It is being looked into, but if it can't be found, I will most likely be giving another interview in a few months' time. While I am disappointed about the first one being lost in La La Land, I still had a very enjoyable time of it.
If the old interview is recovered, I'll post the link. If not, well, if no one minds waiting, I will be giving a new one at some point.
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A walk around my neighborhood
By Jessica, age 9. Today Daddy and Mommy took me and Baby Sally for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a very special walk, but at first Mommy didn't want to go. “What if they catch us, Herb?” she asked my Daddy. But Daddy did that little snorty laugh he does whenever he thinks something is really dumb. “No chance, Rose. They don't come out in the daylight. Besides, I'm going stir-crazy locked in this dump.” Mommy said that it wasn't no dump, and then she and Daddy started yelling again. I took Baby Sally into my room and we played tea party with my stuffed animals and her Dolly. After a long while the yelling stopped and Daddy came in my room and told me to get dressed. Baby Sally(who isn't really a baby anymore but everyone calls her that)was real excited about the walk. So Mommy got her all bundled up and I put on my lucky purple hat and off we went! But first Mommy had to put the special sunscreen on us. We could see the sun. This time of day, it was really close to us. I could see way off in the distance that something was on fire. Mommy was worried, but Daddy just rolled his eyes at her. “It'll be put out once it starts raining.” Mommy looked even more scared of the rain. I don't know why, except maybe it's because when it rains now, we're not aloud to go outside and splash around because we could get hurt real bad or even K-I-L-L-E-D. But it is still fun to watch the rain come down. It's such a pretty black. Mr. Dell was outside watering his flowers, and Mommy waved to him. He sorta waved back, but it was hard for him to do since one of his arms is stuck to him and the other doesn't have a hand.. I asked Daddy once why that was and he said it was because Mr. Dell had worked in radeeashun, and had had a real bad accident. I watched him water his flowers. He had to bend way over and I thought he would fall, but he didn't. His flowers are really pretty. Kinda like roses, but they have really sharp teeth instead of petals and they kept snapping at him. I looked closer and saw that he was giving them blood instead of water. Daddy said we'd lingered long enough, and there was lots more walking to do before the storm came. Mommy went all shakey and started crying. Daddy got all red like a stop sign and I was scared he was going to hit her, but instead he just stomped off. We followed him, Mommy clinging real tight to both of us. We passed by the Tree, and I looked to see if it had eaten anybody new, but I just saw a bunch of old bones and some kinda old bodies. I could hear it whispering in my head to come and play and climb it. I really wanted to, but Mommy was holding me so tight that I couldn't move. She ran past it, pulling me and Baby Sally along. Baby Sally was crying. “Wanna swing, Mommy! Wanna swing!” Mommy said No real loud and kept running. And we passed by the quickgrass and we went by the bone cage full of mutated cats and dogs that snapped at us and then we stopped and watched the Blob ooze by(the Blob is actually a boy named Eddie, but he got turned into a blob), his mouth wide open as he looked for stuff to eat and then we stopped and got some popsicles from a man with one eye. Mine was cherry. Then we walked down the street that bubbled, and I counted twenty big bubbles, and then we turned the corner and we were home. Our house rolled out its tongue and swallowed us up. Right when we got inside, it began to storm. I stood at the window and watched the purple lightning. I hope we're aloud to go on another walk soon. Here's the interview/reading I did for Outskirts Science Fiction Theater. It was a very fun experience.
So here's what's on the plate for the Fool. On March 14th at 9 pm, I will be appearing on a podcast called Avid Reader Nation to read some of my work and to talk about my influences and my writing. I'll post the link to the interview at the time.
I'm still persona non grata on Facebook, but will probably break silence just for a day so I can post the link to my interview on my personal and Author pages. Writing wise, I'm going to be trying to compile some of my short stories for publication, because Heaven knows I've got plenty of them. I may do something a bit different though. I've got a lot of really short stories, so I may group some of them together under a common theme in chapters. I'm not sure how many stories per chapter I'll do, but it won't be more than ten. Stories that are long enough/don't really fit in any category will get their own chapter. That's all for now. Z is for Zombies
Kyle blinked into wakefulness, stretching his arms to get the sleep-kinks out of them. He smacked his lips together, grimacing at the taste. Morning breath. Ugh. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before getting up and shuffling to the bathroom to take care of his morning routine. Ten minutes later, feeling somewhat human again, he went downstairs for breakfast. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed that one of the living room windows had a loose board. Kyle made a mental note to fix it at some point. He peeked through the small hole, watching the zombies milling about on his lawn, their eyes blank. Two children, a boy and girl, and a very fat old lady in a muumuu stained with blood, bile, and dried bits of flesh. Kyle went into the kitchen. There would be more as the day progressed, he knew. Zombies might be as dumb as a box of rocks, but they knew just where to find the humans, and they never went after one unless they were in packs of twenty or more. But at the present, Kyle was more concerned with the fact that he had run out of coffee. “Damn it.” He went upstairs, got dressed, and grabbed his crossbow and an extra set of arrows. People had learned very quickly to use dispatch methods that made very little noise, otherwise the zombies would swarm. By now, Kyle had the routine down pat. Go outside. Get noticed by kiddy zombies and Granny zombie. Shoot both. Get in truck, check for gas. Drive to store, running over any zombies in the street. Go into store. Find coffee(and Kyle was quite happy to find five bags). Exit store. Shoot cop-zombie and nurse-zombie that had come by. Get back in truck. Repeat drive home. Get inside before being spotted. Kyle started the coffee, then returned to the living room and gazed outside. As the sun climbed higher, more and more zombies filled the streets. It looked like he was going to be staying inside today. Y is for Yearnings
'June 17, 20-' I felt the yearnings again today. I was at the mall, and I saw...oh, such a beautiful one. Long, long legs, blonde hair, and wearing clothing that would catch the attentions of any man. She was laughing, and it filled my mind. It was like bells. I was strong, though. Took one of the pills Dr. Gill prescribed for me. They help some. 'July 23, 20-' “You have reached the offices of Dr. Harold Gill. Please leave a message after the beep” BEEP “Doc, it's me. I can't control the yearnings any more. I'm really afraid I'm gonna do something even worse than what I did.. I...found a stray cat. There's blood everywhere, Doc. Please, call me back.” July 28. I'm almost out of the pills. With them, I can keep the yearnings to a quiet whisper at the back of my mind. I can ignore them. Without them, they shout and yell and scream and oh the promises they make! Dark promises of carnal lust, of the thrill of the hunt, of young, nubile virgin flesh laid bare to my hands. They tell me what an artist I truly am...tell me I can be loved, and famous...people will speak my name for years to come and... NO. I've got to keep control of myself. Three pills, that ought to do it. Dear God, let this work. August 1 “You have reached the offices of Dr. Harold Gill. Please leave a message after the beep.” BEEP “God damn it, Doc, where the fuck are you?! I need your help, you fucking head shrinker! I can't shut them out any more! I need stronger pills. I'm...I'm blacking out. I woke up earlier with dog blood all over my clothes. There was a dead dog out on my back porch. It was...God Doc, it was horrible.” August 1 2:15 Buried the dog. Poodle. Tiny little thing. I need a shower. A nice, hot shower. Maybe the yearnings will stop for now. August 15 “You have reached the offices of Dr. Harold Gill. Please leave a message after the beep.” BEEP “Doc...I...think I did something really, really bad this time.” X is for X
Write a story with an X-word? Really now, what do I write about? I could write about the xenophobe named Xavier who flew to Xanadu to play the xylophone. Or, I know, how about the magic X-ray that showed everyone what they were truly like inside and caused several people to faint in horror? There once was a xenophobe named Xavier Xander Xmith(his parents couldn't spell) Who hopped on an X-Wing for Xanadu and somehow wound up in Xell. He was quite put out by this bit of X-citement and thus was heard to yell “That's what I get for riding an X-wing while playing the xylophone pell-mell. W is for Writing
Why do I write? Well, why do you breathe? Why do you eat? Writing, eating and breathing. Words in my head form the sentences on the page. Worlds in my imagination turn into a universe all my own, realms of the fantastic Coming alive for everyone to get lost in. Weird women and macabre men march across the page, claws, nails, and talons reaching out Will you escape or be pulled further down into the morass? Write the dream that woke you up at three in the morning, the idea that Came to you as you were walking down the road to the bus stop Write for fun or for profit. Write to please yourself, never for others. But for God's sake, write well! Write. |
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