Blah blah blah sister-blog blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah Max's blog blah blah blah. Blah blah picture of my hinder blah.
This is the sort of content that Twitter was made for, but I'm really bad at Twitter so you're getting this instead. I promise, something interesting is bound to happen to me eventually. Or you could ask questions. I take questions. Or whatever. Blah blah blah.
Does anyone need this reminder? I figure if you care to read my fiction, you're probably already subscribed to the sister-blog, and this feels like a cheating post to me. Like I said, I'm open to suggestions on how to improve these little reminders, but I'm beginning to think that the only way to improve them is to eliminate them.
Head over to the sister-blog for my submission this week, head to Max's blog for the others.
Everyone gone?
Anyone still here?
Go on. Head over there.
Nothing to see here.
Okay, you're stubborn, I'll give you that.
And now, the moment you've all probably been waiting for.
I can't do this every week. But this week I felt like it. And there haven't been many stories recently, so I owe you I guess.
Let's just assume that you've already seen the FFF posted over on the sister-blog. Let's further assume that you have gone to Max's blog to read the other players' takes on the subject. But suppose, dear reader, that you threw your own hat into the ring. Suppose it was the greatest flash fiction a Friday had ever seen. Suppose it blew all other flash fictions, on any day of the week, out of the water with its sheer brilliance. We'd have to stop doing Flash Fiction Friday, of course. And that would be a tragedy for all concerned. So suppose you throw your hat into the ring but maybe handicap yourself a little. Write left-handed with your eyes closed or something. I don't know what would be an impediment to your writing process, but suppose you try that, just to give us mere mortals a chance to compete.
I'm supposing all of this, by the way, knowing that you'll probably just lurk again, which is okay, but why deny your obvious talent to the world? Why not join in? Why not take the plunge? Why not?
Or, if you're not going to do that, at least go to Max's blog and thank him for his weekly efforts, because without him this wouldn't happen, and you wouldn't want that, now would you?
Here it is! Here it is! It's here! Here!
Go to Max's and see the others, and please play along with us because fresh blood is fun. It's not difficult. Just do a little word doodle. You'll be glad you did.
It's up. Do what you must. Go to Max's for others or to throw your who am I kidding you're not even reading this.
Okay, fine, now you can go to the sister-site and it'll be true. Then head to Max's for the others or, and this isn't a big ask, to write one of your own because I showed you my tits on spec.
You're not reading this either, are you? You're still looking at my fucking tits. My eyes are up here you know. I knew this was a mistake.
Bonus points if you visited the sister-blog before I posted this and you get the joke. The tits are definitely for you if so.
Does anyone even read these things? My latest is up on the sister-blog, and if you claim I never write poetry anymore, you're in for a horrible surprise. Head to Max's blog to see the others or to write your own, which you really should do because it's more fun with more people, like the sailor said to the virgin.
Once again, for those of you who don't know better than to look at my fiction, a new Flash Fiction Friday is up on the sister-blog. I'm writing this having just finished it, because I ran out of time this week. Other than that, head over to Max's blog to see who else played. They probably did it better than I did this week.
Fun picture this week, and my take is up over at the sister-blog. Head to Max's blog for additional takes.
Stuff happened this week and I'm getting around to writing it up so you can enjoy it too. Expect that at some point soon.
Once again, over on the sister-blog, we have a Flash Fiction Friday. Check out the other entrants over at Max's blog because while there's a bit of crossover, they went in mostly completely different directions from mine.
And now for other news, since I should be giving you something for stopping by, my further adventures with Erin are being written down, but I keep being pulled away by unexpected things. Trust me that they'll be worth the wait. Anyway, I think so. It's a long-ish post as it is and I haven't even gotten to the most exciting parts, so your patience will hopefully be rewarded.
I barely managed to get one in (as the priest said to the schoolgirl) this week because of the aforementioned busy state of work, but my take on a very sexy photo is up over on the sister-blog. As always, head to Max's blog for other takes. Me, I'm writing this during some downtime at work, so if you want more you'll have to write it yourself.
You know the drill by now, I hope. Head over to the fiction sister-blog to read mine. Head over to Max's to read others. I'm going to keep doing these cross-posts until someone stops me, I guess.
My latest entry in Fiction, the Friday Flash edition, is up on the sister-blog. Sister-blog sounds like something you'd talk about if you were a Mormon, doesn't it?
Anyway, does me doing this cross-post thing annoy you? Does it help remind you that I have a fiction blog? Do you wish I'd keep my fiction to myself entirely? Would you eat beans with George Wendt? Echo?
I don't have anything interesting to say other than, once again, my entry for this week's Flash Fiction Friday is up over on the fiction sister-blog. And head over to Max's blog to see his entry, plus links to everyone else who played this week. And then consider joining us next week. It's more fun than any Friday activity involving a keyboard has any right to be.
Once again, over on the fiction side of things (and I promise to keep fiction there so no one is confused) I've participated in Flash Fiction Friday. Check it out and then hit Max's blog for other participants. I feel like I should have some sort of value-added content over here to justify cross-posting, but I can't think of anything. Any ideas? I don't want to just post writer's notes over here. Maybe I could try to recall some fun stories from my past which relate in some way to the topic of the week? I don't know. I'm open to suggestions as long as they aren't impossible to maintain.
Once again, it's time for Flash Fiction Friday over at my fiction blog Eris and Psycho. Hope you enjoy!
You can play along, or read other takes on the same picture and restrictions, over at Max's blog.
For a while, at least, I'm going to post a link to my FFF offering on the main blog, just so no one misses it. Not that there are that many people to miss it. Ah well.
Check out the others at Max's blog (sorry Max, I got the link wrong but it should be fixed now).
Well, it's back because Max is back. He's a good egg, is Max, and he's inviting us all to join him in flashing some fiction this Friday. Head over to his blog (Thoughts From a Mystic Satyr) for this week's prompt picture and rules. Do it. Now. You've got nothing to lose and everything to gain. Also, Max is a good writer so you should check out the rest of his blog too. I'm pimping it.
My offering will be posted on Friday to the blog you probably forgot I had, Eris and Psycho, where I hope to do more fiction stuff, maybe with some help from my delightful and imaginative wife and friends.
Some people smile as I walk by. They’re the kind I hate. They’re boring. I want a disapproving glare, a sour glance, even a gasp. There’s no point in indulging a hint of mischief if no one disapproves. But the ones I like the best are the eyes that follow even as they mouth scandalized nonsense. They burn my skin hotter than the sun. And I smile and let them look and get wet as wet can be.
Short this week, but with a kick. I’m not sure how well I can keep up with Flash Fiction Friday any more, but since PB was back this week, and it’s a picture that I apparently provided a long time ago (I don’t honestly remember it, but that’s okay) I had to play along. Because Flash Fiction Friday rocks.
My dirty little secret is that I don’t know anything about photography. Well, my two dirty little secrets are a lack of photographic knowledge and that I fuck models for money. If my parents knew, they’d shit bricks.
Today, the model isn’t hung. I don’t mind. I just accept payment to pretend to like them. I start with my usual spiel, how cute he is, how much I’m looking forward to this, blah blah blah. He’s cute, in a way, so it’s not really lying. And the man behind the mirror wants enthusiasm.
Sometimes the models get wind of what’s up, but this one seems naive. Even when I’m telling him that I just can’t stand the heat, pulling off my blouse, encouraging him to do the same, he seems puzzled. Sometimes they really think it’s a modeling gig. They’re so cute.
But when I come out from behind the camera, totally nude, and start sucking his cock, his look changes to satisfaction, and I wonder just who was playing whom. But I don’t care.
I finally get to do a FFF sort of on time. I’m actually writing this on Friday because this week has been hellish, but I wanted to try to get it in on a Friday. Thanks to Ram for hosting, by the way; I had no idea he was doing it for so many weeks, or I might have tried to sneak one in sooner.
MetArt always has erotic photos. Not necessarily sexy, but very erotic. This one is no exception. Just felt like tossing that out there.
I know shit about photography, and that was the first thing I thought, after the obligatory, “Oooh, sexy girl,” brain freeze. I wondered how much the model knew about photography either. It seems to be something that crops up in erotica/pornography; taking a picture of a cute girl taking a picture. I guess if you’re a photographer’s model, it probably pays to know something. And you probably pick stuff up by exposure (pun unintended, I assure you). But I just wondered exactly how much this woman really knew about photography. And the story kind of wrote itself. I wish I had more space, because hey, I could write more.
I don’t often write in the present tense, as I believe I’ve mentioned in the past, but for whatever reason, this one lent itself to that too.
Anyway, Flash Fiction Friday is cool. Just saying.
