August 4, 2007

In the Terim

**Update: It seems that I'm being encouraged to explore my writing. As I tell people in my life the tales of my self-inflicted suffering, or share my cynical philosophies about American views on, well, everything related to our culture, I find myself repeating the same line at the end of every story - I gotta write that shit down. So I am. And I have been. Most of it comes from a deep, dark place that I choose to share with the world through fictionalized accounts of real events rather than actually "being" that person.

Be warned. It's graphic, filled with "cool swears like [a] David Mamet" play, and mostly my way of calling myself on my own bullshit. The writing itself isn't satirical, though its presence in the blog is satirical. I'm making a statement. Pay attention. End update**

There hasn't been much of note to write about lately, the big Boston trade notwithstanding. To be honest, I read Bill Simmons' piece on it, and after doing so, I couldn't think of anything pertinent to add. It's just not something that I am that passionate about.

Not to assume anything, but if there are people who enjoy my work for more literary or entertainment purposes, I do have a blog linked to this one with some of my "alternative" writing. I've started a new short story that I plan on continuing until it resolves itself. There are two chapters so far ("The Lady Killer" and "Prey for the Hunted"), both under 1800 words.

So if you're as bored with the offseason as I have been, and you need a break from wishing that the season would start already, visit 60s Consciousness from time to time. It's my first endeavour in such an on-going project, and feedback would be appreciated.

Thanks for reading. Until the next trade/scandal/retarded front office move, have a great set of days.