Wolf Conscript Telescope Rope Welcome

I am not going to lie. This is a cheat. I don't have a website like Abe Vigoda does, so this is a short notice that I am, in fact, alive…..and doing well…..and being busy. I suppose I could’ve posted something like this on Twitter, but few folks I know tweet, and I must confess to a certain disillusionment with Twitter these days.

This is because the person that I was led to believe, and I suppose foolishly did believe, was Christopher Walken, was, in fact, not the husband of the famous casting director, Georgianne Walken. This fellow was just some other poor schmuck pretending to be some poor schmuck. And then a whole bunch of yet other schmucks believed the schmuck was the other schmuck. Alas.

Round and round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows……

Well, at least I didn’t press ‘1’ on my phone to learn what kind of prize I’d won in response to some strange automated phone call from some fellow with an oddly disconcerting and difficult to place accent. Small victories count, you know.

They really do.

So, I’m painfully aware that I need to offer some kind of very real update. And I will. I did some work on it tonight. And so maybe I’ll get a decent night’s sleep. Wouldn’t that be rich? Usually, when I write, I can’t sleep, or sleep all that well. Maybe I haven’t been sleeping all that well because I’ve fallen so far down on the job updating this beast.

We’ll see in due course. But I’m working on a very short story. The rust that I’m knocking off is really quite disconcerting, as I’ve discovered. But I’m working on a very specific angle with this story, as I need to hone my dialogue, so that the reader can believe what’s being said because it has the feel of reality to it. I need to work on describing the scene better, the actual surroundings of the occurrence of the tale.

I feel I lack in these two areas most particularly when I write prose.

It’s true. I do feel this way.

In any case, I digress most frightfully from the core “updatedness” of the update, which is, as I said, to serve notice that I’m writing my first fiction in years. Perhaps in a decade.

Perhaps more.

True, I’m writing it as an exercise, mainly, but it still has to be readable, ultimately. Oh yes, I have to include in the short story the five words that title this missive. They need to appear in the short story organically or else the damn thing fails.

That’s part of the drill too. In for a penny, in for a pound.

That’s how I roll.