My supposed "WIP" is a stubborn monkey.
I have managed a few thousand words since last week. I've also written two flash pieces (one for the Shock Totem competition) and started a short story. In addition, I've made progress on the chapbook front for Strange Publications. So, yeah, I'm giving the novel short shrift.
Sue me. My protag is a nasty, sarcastic teenage boy. Sue him, too.
Our resident born-again Elvis impersonator, Matthew Rexrode, sat next to Christina. He told me once I’d burn in hell for having “bad thoughts” about women. I asked him how Elvis felt about having his mojo thieved by such a total butt-nugget. Matt made collages, Jesus or a cross in every one. Think: “variations on WWJD”.
And feel free to investigate the merits of giving your work away with Scott Sigler.