February 26, 2009

Increasing Levels of Sadness

Why is it that everytime I open a new post my mind grows blank and oblique. Maybe it's because the level of critical depression has reached an all-time high, ranking at levels in the upper 80's on the percentile scale.

I bought two books for a dollar off of eBay. Tom Perrotta's Joe College and Lorrie Moore's Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? I am content with my purchase. I feel as if they will help me write my novella.

The new issue of RobotMelon makes my head spin. Check it out.

I just facebook stalked old friends and I feel a little dirty.

Back to the rising critical despair.

February 13, 2009

Curious about my novella?????

Pangur Ban Party has accepted my submission. Thank-you, DJ.

Read an excerpt from my upcoming, "The Definition of Kevin Gallagher" (working title)



Unimportant Stuff:

  • Valentines day tomorrow.
  • TCNJ vs. Rider ice hockey game tonight. BIG MATCH. Determines if we go to regionals or not.
  • I met Ben Greenman. He came to my school and did a reading. Good guy. I'll talk more about that later.
  • Weekend.
  • Busy schedule.
That is all.

February 10, 2009

A plan and some Flash Fiction

I have come up with a plan. I will send you a rough autographed copy of "The Definition of Kevin Gallagher" if you get one of your friends to follow my blog. I stole this promotional propaganda idea from Tao Lin, who is still a jerk and hasn't commented on my blog, even though I know he reads it. Commence laughter.

Sam has posted a new short story. Read it. It'll make you laugh.

Also here is a short thing I just wrote out of boredom. I know a few people have been asking for some more writing on here.



Over a Bag of Chips

In the cafeteria you caught me picking my nose over a bag of chips. I smiled but you shot me a look of disgust as if you've never seen anyone dig for buried treasure. I mouthed, "What" in your direction but you looked away because you didn't want to make eye contact. I sighed and decided that right then and there I had a crush on you.

Next week you found me at the same table, eating another bag of chips. This time I was staring at you, waiting for you to sit down so I could walk over. But then just as I was about to stand up I saw pick your nose then eat the greenish yellow substance stuck to your index finger. You caught me catching you, looked at me and mouthed, "What?" I looked at you some more and kept staring at you. I smiled. I walked over to you and your face became enthralled with excitement. I sat down next to you and said, "You're disgusting." Then I stood up and walked away. Your friends laughed at you. And you felt sad.

February 9, 2009

The Definition Of Procrastination

Tao didn't comment. I guess I am the asshole. Haha

I've been working on my novella non-stop. I came up with a working title so I can stop calling it 'my novella.' I think novella is a very unmanly sounding word. I don't like it. Anyway, the working title is 'The Definition of Kevin Gallagher' but that may change soon. Depending on what I feel like messing with in the story. Also if you want to prep yourself for the unveiling of it, read this. I know I've linked it before but shh its okay - its almost like a prequel to the novella.

Sam has been working hard at his student teaching so he hasn't been able to post as many stories as he'd like. But read back through some of the others. They are pretty sick. Plus there are probably a billion of his photos posted which are really fun to look at.

Also I wanted to link two people who I think are really underrated. They're work is very good and you should check out what they've been doing.
1. Dancer
2. DJ Berndt