Oh happy cheese whiz!
Oh happy cheese whiz! I finally got an email from someone about submitting something readable!!! Whoo hoo…
OK, so I’m easily aroused – by day I’m a cube-farmer with a hard row to hoe, and I only get to be in creative mindspace about two hours in traffic to and from the cube-farm. My evenings are spent working on content for the part-time writing gig {begin shameless plug} if you want a laugh, hiccup, chortle or derisive snort, check out the HorrorSkope I’ve written for you at 13th Street{/end shameless plug}. I really like the gig, but frankly, writing nothing but snotty horror is getting a bit tame – it’s like eating kung pao chicken every day. No matter how much I adore kung pao chicken, I’d like to add a little soy sauce once in a while, maybe dump it on fried rice instead of white rice, etc. I have to restrict subject matter which is getting kinda hard – I’d love to talk about kids and guns and blowjobs (maybe not all at the same time) but I need to make it a spooky, menacing, Hitchcockian PG-13. Sigh.
So I guess it would behoove me to get off my webmistress keister and post some real content on this site for the perfumed and unscented masses to peruse. Oops, my prose is getting purple, I’d better go.