Wow
Wow
Panic Fest returns to Kansas City next month, and with it it's bringing a killer lineup that includes over fifty feature films and eighty shorts.
I might be most excited about this one.
Good luck! That's awesome.
How I arrived on Bluesky:
This is why I fail at flash.
The Friday before I turn 50. This is how I'm celebrating.
The ugliest old fucker in Kansas City, sucking on another titty of giggle juice.
A stack of notes detailing slang terms from the 1930s.
If you see a shambling hunchback with mad science hair at your local KC dive bar, toting a folder of period-specific slang terms, scribbling in a corner booth, farting profusely... That's me, friends. That's me.
This is good intel. I kinda suspected as much, honestly.
Don't believe the hype. I lived there for a quarter century, and it's just as "Kansas" as the rest of the state. they just mask it better.
Yeah, I had a ticket to The Lobster, but my car has other ideas once I put her on the road, so I circled back to the house instead.
YES PLEASE.
Confession time.
I'm ridiculously happy about this
Confession time.
Pfft. Bluesky tagged this post as "self harm" and made me tap a warning to see it.
This song is stuck in my head all the time.
I write too slowly to give up, I think. If I don't keep recycling rejections I'll run out of things to submit!
Double damn!
Dammit, Ross was on mine, now I gotta change it so I can feel "different"!
just going out on a limb and saying if you smash your own face with a hammer because some podcaster bro said it makes you look handsome, you probably deserve what's coming.
I picked this one back up today on a whim after not even thinking about it for eight months or so. Didn't mean to spend several hours with it (definitely have more important things to do today, ha), but here I am! Glad to hear I'm not just being obsessive.
Question for the writers out there: At what point do you give up on a story? Currently on my tenth rewrite in three years because I'm too stubborn to let this one go, even after nearly twenty rejections. Should I call it a wash? Or should I just keep tinkering?
I love the story that this song is almost 9 minutes long because Gene Krupa was too coked out to stop playing so they just kept following the drums till he burned out.
Benny Goodman's 1937 recording of Sing, Sing, Sing is probably the best song to do drugs to because from 4:45 to 5:25, when all of the instruments start building and crashing and piling onto each other, you can literally see the fibers that hold our universe together start to smolder and fray.
Watch it tonight AND tomorrow.
Ha ha ha ha, I'll take that as a warning.
Was not aware this existed, somehow. Time to correct that.
Me vs every short fiction market I've submitted to over the past twelve months. SPOILER: I'm the guy on the right.