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Please check out my short-short story in the first issue of Necrotic Tissue.
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Posted on January 2, 2008 at 5:24pm — 1 Comment
Myself: Mr Lambert, what sort of credibility do you bring to the table. In other words, what makes you think you're qualified to write.
Me: I'm a Lambert, and everyone knows that Lambert's are very edible.
Myself: No, not edible...credible. And I don't think I've ever heard of a Lambert. Except for maybe Christopher.
Me: You just haven't looked hard enough. Did you try looking down the rabbit hole? I didn't think so.
Myself:What?
Me: The Rabbit hole. The gia
… ContinuePosted on December 27, 2007 at 8:23am — 1 Comment
Daddy, will the world ever end?
Will I think all the ash is just a Winter's snowfall?
Can I make angels in my neighbors' remains?
When the sun winks out forever, what will you tell me then?
If I can't see the heavens, can God see me?
Can I still play in the backyard?
Will there be a gaping hole all the way to the center of the Earth?
If I stand at the edge and look down, will I see them, smell them, burning alive?
Daddy, will you even be
… ContinuePosted on December 13, 2007 at 7:42am — 5 Comments
This is an ongoing discussion of the process I use to write short stories…not that there is a set process, as it’s different each time. I started this in “Part One” back on my personal blog, and wanted to continue here to mix up the audience as much as possible.
In part one, I discussed the [...]
“This soap box is not big enough for the both of us.”
I asked readers for topics they would like to see me address in this blog, and I got a slew of great responses, something that will keep me in columns for a few months to come.
Here’s the question that got top billing for [...]
Providence, 1986 Wayne Allen Sallee 28 November 2009
I have a road trip, of sorts, ahead of me in a few hours. A zig-zag across the transit system of Chicago. I’m heading up north, but first I have to take the 55th Street bus to an artist friend’s place and drop off a few autographed books. There is [...]
Most writers I know have rituals. These run the gamut from adjusting their desks a certain way to writing by candlelight to setting a glass of perfectly innocent booze on fire before each writing project as a sacrifice to the Writing Ancestors. They may sound silly, or wasteful (perfectly good booze, after all) or unintuitive, [...]
Friends and relatives around he world sing the same song: “We don’t have Thanksgiving here.” Here is New Zealand, South Africa, England, Israel…and on and on. This year, because we are down to three of us—my guardian angel/chef and one friend who lives alone—I stopped to think about what that means.
“We don’t have [...]
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