...of the gunk that came from my sewage pipe this morning. Black like coal, shiny like mucous, viscous as automobile oil ten thousand miles in need a of a change--but thanks to the trusty wet/dry vacuum, I sucked about ten gallons of the sludge from the pipes.
Ah...the smell. I didn't even mention that. (Please don't ask me to.)
Cate has reminded us all of the storySouth Million Writers Award. So many wonderful stories that I only discovered because of the Internet...nominating just one is going to be a challenge.
I ponied up the $ for a copy of Phanstasy Moste Grotesk over at Corpulent Insanity Press this morning. In the end, the peer pressure nabbed me. And those reviews. Felicity is rapidly carving a niche for herself in the realm of dark fiction.
Still editing after all these days...I hope to put the cap on a couple of the projects so I can write a short or two before the end of the month. My trigger finger is getting itchy.
And thanks Natalie, for the nod.