A rare moment of self-publicity in a rare post. One which doesn’t involve psychological navel-gazing obfuscated via a gauze of impenetrable prose, either. Which is rare. A couple of entries back, I mentioned in passing — via a link that I’m assuming you didn’t click, because no one clicks links from blogs anymore — that I […]
Blogging, then. They — whoever ‘they’ might be — say it’s dead. They say that no one reads blogs anymore unless they’re written by newspapers, magazines, personality columnists or groups with a particular niche interest. The art of individual written expression has moved to the 140 characters of Twitter, to the Farmville-playing inanity of Facebook, […]
What are you doing on Christmas Day? Avoiding Christmas, yes, that’s the right answer. But, while it’s unusual of me to suggest a different approach, this year I recommend that you embrace the Yuletide festivities in a small way by waking up on Christmas morning and — after you’ve paused to mournfully wonder why you’re […]
Just a note. In case anyone’s reading either this or that. If you ever visited or contributed to Writers’ Bloc, the site for writing about writing for the sake of writing about writing in the form of writing and then writing some more about writing, you may be vaguely interested to know that at some […]
Reboot me.
Crash me.
Flash me.
Script me.
Click me.
Search me.
Darby Larson’s ABJECTIVE marks the 100th piece on the site with an uncharacteristically brief contribution from yours truly: Lost Property. It’s both the most and least sense I’ve made in quite some time.
You need to be a self-publicist to get noticed on the web. It was ever thus, but as the noise increases I have discovered that you need to shout even louder. Unfortunately, I am a lousy self-publicist — and getting worse all the time thanks to levels of self-confidence that now reside in the basement […]
I like that phrase. Not mine, incidentally. “Waterlogged words” is the strap-line for the frequently updated feast of poetry and prose placed online by literary magazine amphibi.us, and today they published something by me. Here it is. Many thanks to chief amphibian Shannon Peil for his indulgence of my sentences. Today, as further proof that […]
Sleep. Snort. Fuck. Not a description of my average day, sadly. Only the first of those three really applies to me, in truth. And as I certainly don’t get enough sleep, you can imagine what my record for the other two must be like. But I digress. This is SLEEP. SNORT. FUCK. And today’s sleepily […]
For those of you keeping track of my various activities across the internet — which I appreciate is a rapidly declining number, thanks to the incarceration of most of my devoted stalkers for their own safety and mental health — you may be interested to know that Writers’ Bloc, the site I notionally ‘edited’ and […]