But I love this piece by Cayman K, photographed in the wild at Blind Bob’s sometime last year.
Honestly, I don’t even hate Mondays anymore. I find them annoying in the sense that I would rather not be working, but that’s about it. (Of course, this can easily be chalked up to having a good job and a contented personal life.) I’m fortunate, and I know it.
Fairly typical workday today, though; no complaints. Over lunch, I tried something new: I pulled out my pomera and wrote a little bit of one of the short stories I’ve got in flight. It wasn’t much, but it was more than nothing, and it felt good. Now I just need to do more of it.
LINKS:
- Why “Plot” Isn’t a Four-Letter Word — Lincoln Michel continues to write the most entertaining anduseful newsletter about fiction writing and other literary stuff:
The idea that plot is in opposition to innovative, experimental, or strange fiction is perhaps even backwards. A strong plot can be a sturdy foundation that allows you to build weirder and wilder structures, akin to how avant-garde painters use traditional subjects (like still lifes or portraits) as springboards to new styles. For The Body Scout, I found that using a hardboiled detective plot structure gave me more freedom to get stranger in my worldbuilding and other elements. But this was hardly a new trick. The list of writers who’ve borrowed hardboiled/noir plots for their own purposes—Thomas Pynchon, Kobo Abe, Cristina Rivera Garza, Roberto Bolaño, Paul Auster, Jonathan Lethem, Ottessa Moshfegh, etc.—is nearly endless.
- Groundhog Harassed By Dipshits In Stupid Hats (THE ONION)
READING: SOFT CORE, Brittany Newell
LISTENING: “Let Your Love Flow” by the Bellamy Brothers has been a right earworm the last few days and I’m okay with it