Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

ronebofh is right.

I've kinda turned my LJ into too much of a dumping ground for my writing. I've turned it into some sort of place where I exclusively shit out practice exercises and scrape the madness directly from my brain to the keyboard.

It's not that I don't enjoy writing these things, it's just that I'm getting too focused on them.

I haven't contributed anything from the two novels I'm working on, nor anything from any of my in-progress screenplays, nor any of my older stuff. My brain has been jammed full of crazyshit since I was a tiny child, but why should that be all that I turn out here on LJ?

Watch this space for something I wrote about 15 years ago for the annual Imitation Hemingway contest but never submitted. I will submit it this year.

Watch this space for a possible excerpt from some upcoming comic scripts. And maybe even a tantalizing hint about a piece of brilliance that duosiceprincess and I have been riffing on for a month. Her Excellency's permission pending, of course.

Watch this space for things that aren't about crazybugs eating space dogs.

I mean, sure, there will still be crazybugs eating space dogs, but not exclusively.
I'm not a goddamned one-trick pony, and I'm still going to be a published writer.

Off to Sedona, Arizona, to see Sara's father get married. Will have sporadic internet access, but I'll be back in a few days.

In the mean time, some old non-crazybugs-eating-space-dogs stories from over a year ago. Enjoy, if you would.

Hedorah
and
Clay Wings

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