I'll warn you right up front, aside from my use of the phrase "crab teats" in the first sentence, this post isn't that funny.
Why? Because long ago, in the misty years known as 1998-2006, I actually had time to write stuff other than sketches and comedy articles. Yes, believe it or not, this clown's got some tears to shed. And while the success of Muskets (thank you very much) has resulted in me not writing any straight fiction for about six months now, I do hope to get back to it someday.
In the meantime, and after collecting my fill of rejection letters from friendly magazine publishers, I've decided to put all my fiction stuff online at WeBook.
WeBook's the kind of place where you only get feedback if you give someone else feedback, and then it's usually just a copy and paste of whatever you wrote them. So, as ever, I turn to you, my trusted Musketeers.
Go. Peruse. There's a healthy dose of Sci-Fi in there, a bunch of shitty poetry, and even some straight fiction. Let me know what's up. Light up my WeBook profile. I want to see what you guys think, and hopefully when I go back to that stuff in a few months, I'll have had enough people shit on it that I'll have some ideas about revision.
Enjoy the read! Or don't. But either way, let me know.
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