Today I wrote/edited two short stories and sent them out to paying markets. Right now I’m working on the ‘forgetting about them’ phase – This follows the Rules For Writing as I know them. I then left my house and had an absolutely wonderful afternoon wandering around with a couple of dear friends, and now I’m going to fall into bed with a Terry Pratchett novel and see if my dog will hang out with me while I read.
What I’m trying to say here is: This blog post? That I’m writing right now? It’s a fake. I’m almost out of words for the day. I’m only writing *this* so that I can redirect you to this:
It’s . . . it’s a new take on depression, okay? Trust me, all ye who take my books all the time and thank me for recommending things to read: You want to enjoy this short story. It’s a laugh and, of course, totally a metaphor for the painful reality of mental illness in our society.*
Mount Ranier was written by this guy. I met him at Viable Paradise Writing Workshop and he entertained the hell out of me. His writing is brilliant, often funny and always intelligent. His blog lives here: http://spencerellsworth.blogspot.com/ and you should probably check it out, especially if you dislike gluten or just enjoy good food. (I’m not explaining that, in the hopes that your curiosity will COMPLETELY OVERWHELM YOU.)
I hope everyone’s having a great weekend. If you love Spencer, tell him so in the comments of his blog or, I guess, this one, and I will shout at him on Twitter. Go on, it’ll make him really uncomfortable. It’ll be funny.