WIP Wednesday: In Which I Leave My Body

Ever have one of those moments when you feel like you're living in another person's body?

I read a snippet from Geoff Willmetts brief mention of Triangulation: End of the Rainbow at Stephen Hunt's SF Crowsnest and had just such an experience:

‘The World In Rubber, Soft And Malleable’ by Aaron Polson has a title you have to love. A small town has a population that is slowly vanishing and one of the local graffiti painting teens remaining decides to celebrate their lives. This story wouldn’t have been out of place under the auspices of Ray Bradbury.

Ray effing Bradbury? Knock me over with a feather.

Speaking of out of body experiences, it seems I've won the Whidbey Writers Workshop Students' Choice Award for October with my magical realism flash, "Different Strings". You can read "Different Strings" online. You can also read some curious comments about one of Mercedes M. Yardley's previous entries. Thanks, Mercedes. I wouldn't have entered without your prompting.

Okay, enough of that astral traveling. Here's a piece of my as-yet-untitled WIP:


Here’s the truth about growing up in a small town: you tell lies to survive.

I worked in a grocery store in high school, part time on the evenings and weekends. I saw plenty of strange things there: avocados stuffed in a barrel of fresh popcorn left to rot, a co-worker who used an awl to punch holes in the caps of beer bottles, pies marked “Verda’s own home-baked” which came frozen on pallets with the Sunday dairy truck. I found a body in the trash bin once, but nobody can prove who put it there.

WIP Wednesday: Shaving Cream

Yes, Owen (left) and Max (right) playing with shaving cream on our dining room table. These two munchkins are my real "works in progress". Notice how studious they are, investigating the properties of Barbasol.

As for writing, yes, I've been working on a few things. I finished "Climb" (3,400 words) and another short-short, "Guided by Wire" (1,700 words), and both are out in submission land. The real joy of shorts: they leave the nest so soon.

I've started another piece called "Tap, Tap" (shooting for 2,500-3,000 words). The idea for "Tap, Tap" came to me while I swam laps at the aquatic center. The deep end is soooo deep and it has this creepy little grate at the bottom...

The first paragraph (subject to change):

Dillon paced the floor of the deep end, mop in hand, waiting for his shift to end. The Olympic-sized pool had been drained as it was every year for cleaning and maintenance, and Dillon found himself, along with the other lifeguards, doing a very un-lifeguard like task.

He's going to be doing a number of un-lifeguard like behaviors before it's all over.

Also, "The Surgeon of An Khe" is up at The Absent Willow Review. The story was originally slated for release in Our Shadows Speak vol. 2, a project that editor Lincoln Crisler recently scuttled. Oh well...now you can read it for free (I wrote the darn thing almost two years ago).

Enjoy the ride.

Stories I Couldn't Let Die

I've been reading some of my older stories, bits that have collected their fair share of rejections over the past couple of years. Most of them stink. I'm working on a story graveyard as we speak.

I just couldn't let two of them die. "Aunt Tessie's Burden" is one of my personal favorites, although the premise is pretty cliche. My first rejection for this piece was a glowing "final round" from Shimmer. After a year in the wilderness, you can read it at Bending Spoons.

The other story, "Uncle Bobby", is in the current edition of The Absent Willow Review. It too racked up plenty of rejections, but I couldn't let ol' Bobby die. Well, at least not until someone read the story. ;)

We had a dusting of snow in Northeast Kansas, just enough to make the students complain about having school. Isn't life grand?

Enjoy the weekend.