I’ve obviously been slowing down on the one 101-word story per day streak that I had going during the month of October. I enjoyed it while it lasted but, as with most of my little pet projects, I started to lose steam after a while. On the bright side, it lasted way longer than most of my other flights of fancy (Thai cooking, the guitar, Arabic coffee, and microprocessor design, to name a few). The death knell came when, chatting over wine after Thanksgiving dinner, my mom told me she likes the old, longer posts better. Since the whole weblog idea came about solely to keep her updated on my planetary location, she has an influential vote on the Board of Directors at Sqrabbit, Inc. So starting now (this post > 101 words), unless there is a major outcry, I will return to my old rambling style.
In related news, there will be a public reading of the 23 stories from the Fiction 101 contest, of which Conor and I wrote 6 (as I may have mentioned repeatedly), at Caffe Forte in North Park on Monday 12/8 at 6pm. See y’all there, y’all.
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