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This news story made it into a chapter of my book:

EXPLODING TOADS

In the real world, it is still an unexplained mystery. In my fictional world, there is an Aesop reason (if Aesop was a little more twisted) for the events.


Just for grins, heres what Josh is listening to, while he writes his dark epic poem heres the first 25 tracks I get...
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So I took this semester off campus, to finish my thesis and a draft of the novel for the White Wolf contest, at my parents house. It sucks to say this to a stranger, YeahIm living in my parents house But, for those who know me and my folks, they know hanging around here is not a bad prospect.

My mom, for a few weeks,...
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Its been well over a week of waking up after dark. Its not the same kind of delirium as jet lagbut its definitely a first cousin it definitely sees jet lag at the Sunday family barbeque.

(So I just wrote my shortest bit of Flash Fiction today, a story in 37 words. My former record was 55 )


THE COOK BOOK
Joshua Alan Doetsch


Have you ever heard the word satire? I asked.

"No, he said.

And that explained the copy of A Modest Proposal open on his kitchen table and the little legs and hands bobbing out of his stewpot.

Today I was awoken by a call from the Chicago Tribune.

Hello?

Is this the Wauconda Funeral Home?

I look around my room and notice the various skulls, crossbones, and skeleton carving dcor.

no.

The Shadows in my head haunt the web...

I wrote long and hard tonightand I think I spotted Lord Byron, smiling from a dark corner of the room. Its funny when you are randomly surfing the weband you come across and image that you thought was just in your head

the place Im at, in the story of my epic poem, at this very moment...
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So Mike Urnikis indi flick, BLACK DAYS (the low budget flick, filmed in Chicago, that I, my brother, and others helped out with...for those tuning in), is going through those touchy stages of post production promotion. YOU CAN HELP OUT!

Its on the IMBD website at (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411168/).

If youve been to one of the premier showings of it with me, or if Nick or I...
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and sometimes you blow through the wrecked semi, cackling in the flames, now remembering that your tricycle is armed with laser guided missiles, and an Artificial Intelligence named Optimus Prime.

Its been a while since I really updated. Last big update, I was sick. I got better.

My days this week have consisted of me waking up at 5pm, going out (usually to Cafe' Aeon...
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Writing is playing chicken with self-doubt. And sometimes it rides down on you in a semi-truck and youre peddling on a tricycle with a busted horn.

So what, she said, indicating the skull and crossbones pin in my fedora, youre obsessed with death?

No, I said, Im obsessed with calcium deposits.

And I grinned, showing off twenty-eight of them.

As a last minute planit looks like Ill be going to the Q101 party, downtown at the Hyatt, tonight...so off I go.

And my Mom, who now has a taste for Captain Morgan Private Stock (thanks to me) wants to bum some off me for the nightand is extra excited that I have a cool flask for her to tote it inwhich is cool.

Poor...
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OKIm conscious again.

I recall a delirious week of getting four Shakespeare papers (procrastinators arent we all) written, moving back north, and finishing the papers that didnt get done in time (all my stuff, clothes and all, still packed in my carjust my laptop and lots of Pepsi).

Then a couple days of sleep

And now Ive got most of my brain cells back.

Lets...
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