Tis been a years, yes? I am attending get posting here more frequently. That Holds my tardy New Twelvemonth 's declaration. It Holds starts today. I hold something marvelous to confer upon you.
My good friend Ben Tanzer's
e-Book Repeat Shapes
holds been available for a couple of months now from CCLAP Books run by the renowned Jason Pettus. It Holds what Jason P names a narrative round, which I take to intend a short accumulation of tales, most of which hold been printed before but some hold not. Briefly, the book regulations. It Holds been getting a great deal of good pressure. See the CCLAP site and download the book. It Holds a pay-what-you-can situation, so pay what you can.
This month, Ben get on a virtual book circuit of varied blogs, and today I am honour to hold him halt by this ole ' blog for two things: a invitee essay pent as a journal of outre version of my life ( steel oneself against some deep laughts ) and a podcast interview I maked with Ben a couple of months back. Both are rather first-class. Read the essay-Ben does me dead set be cool. Listen to the podcast-Ben 's got some terrific things to state. Without farther flurry, I give you Ben Tanzer.
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Dwelling La Vida Ostdick by Ben Tanzer
I am awake. But, where Am I? Place, yes? Good.
Hold, whose arm is that? And legs? And why are there so many? One, two, three women, undressed and asleep in my bed, uneven, how maked this spell downward?
I was at the reading, I was swaying it and people were loving me, keeping me frankly, then we got imbibing the Absinthe, and there you move, another lost dark.
I walk over to the mirror still dazed. Should I pare my whiskers? It definitely does me look cryptical and worldly. And the biddies definitely delve it, but it Holds so fidgety.
I take to awaken. I sprinkle some H2O on my face and discover another missy in the bath. She is still eupneic. Good.
I do some java, eat a Papa Prostitute, blueberry, and ice, course, and I experience the fog commence to elevate.
I enquire the misses to leave. It is clip to compose.
I stretch. I fictitious Enya. I take my socks forth so my shirt. I will compose in my pugilists today, better to commune with the character, a man who desires to better link with his brother, but experiences his brother 's desire to wear pugilists and not briefs stands between them, the pugilists being a metaphor for fratricide.
I determine to update my Facebook picture firstly. My new webcam is the bomb.
I sit downwardly at the computer and commence to declaim my pre-writing mantra, `` I am the best author I can be. And I am definitely better than that fucker Jason Jordan. Manner better. ''
I restate this sixfold.
I am good to travel.
I walk back over to the mirror. I make n't desire to pare my whiskers make I? Ordinal Expression what happed to Samson.
I sit back downward at the computer. Something misunderstands in the tale and not rather right. I take a comma. Nice. I layed it back-in. Very Nice.
I nuke a Hot Pocket.
I move back onto Facebook and modify my pic.
I watch RedTube.
I take a sleep.
I wake and imbibe some oolong tea with a touching of Hazel.
I walk back to the computer. I withdraw the comma. I position it back in again.
I gaze into the mirror. I am so holding this whiskers.
I sit downward at the computer, hit direct and subject the narration to Pindeldyboz.
I eat some Ramen and steel oneself against the approaching dark 's reading.
Life is good.
Now for the podcast, entered inhabit at New Wave Cafe in Logan Foursquare. For your hearing pleasance.
This Podcast Will Change Your Life - The Nick Ostdick edition. - This Podcast Will Change Your Life
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