ALL the twerps have opened their eyes except for Little Ninja! (Perhaps he is The Blind Swordsman?)
I picked one up (Mamacat is totally chill with me doing that), but the little twerp got scared and started meeeeeeowing really loud, so I put him right back down again. I guess my Beastmaster powers only go so far.
Find out for free.
Chapter 1 of “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More” was originally intended as a standalone, milieu-type science fiction-horror story. And it’s an enjoyable introduction to the universe imagined by “The Wolf War Saga” book series.
It’s a click away. Read or download it over at Smashwords.com:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/375938
or read it at Bublish.com:
http://bublish.com/bubble/view/2202/
And if you do decide to fight for humanity, then check out the entire tale here via Amazon:
“NEX UT TOTUS LUPUS!”
… was sent to me by a reader of “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More.” She said it reminded her of the post-apocalyptic battle scene at “The Corridor” — “the confused and crowded river of rusting meal” that was the remains of Interstate 95.
It’s a hell of photo collection by Marcel Wiegernick, and I think it would make a great set of writing prompts for any writer.
Here’s the link to Boredpanda.com:
http://www.boredpanda.com/chatillon-car-graveyard-abandoned-cars-cemetery-belgium/
This little fella is obviously advanced for his age.
He seems to have fallen asleep while reading.
The Average
His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.
The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.
So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;
The silence roared displeasure: looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.
Thanks to cvirginia.wordpress.com for the text.
I know you people are enjoying the kitten saga, because their pictures and updates get more hits than my stories or poetry. (Thanks for that.) Allow me to share with you, then, an unsettling ancillary subplot.
MamaCat has a brother. We know this because the family markings are unmistakable. He continues to live in the wild. He’s got that scraggly, wild, feral look.
And he’s huge.
This is the second time the patches of woods in and around Bay Shore have yielded an apparent Supercat. (The other giant, smoky-colored black cat is equally daunting.) I don’t know why members of Felis Catus in suburban New York are attaining the size of smaller bobcats, but it’s happening.
Anyway, it make me think of that 70’s-tastic split-screen-effect- extravaganza, “The Food of the Gods.” I was actually unaware that this was an H.G. Wells adaptation. I just remember it being a Saturday afternoon movie that enthralled me when I was a kid.
If I succeed in getting a picture of Huge Uncle, or the radioactive food source that almost certainly nourishes him, I will definitely post it.
“It has been suggested that the purpose of stories—that is, the evolutionary advantage they confer—is in their ability to prepare us for threats and challenges we have yet to face. (Again, interestingly, the same has been suggested of dreams.) It’s no wonder, then, that one of the most ubiquitous pieces of writing advice you are likely to encounter is to focus on conflict. Because not only does conflict get our attention, it can offer us tools with which to deal with difficulties in our own lives.”
This is one of the best articles I’ve read about writing in a long time; it went right into my bookmarks. (And my humble opinion is that there is a lot of nebulous, touchy-feely bull$+I+ floating around the Internet about fiction and creativity.)
Thanks to Dagda Publishing for the link via their Facebook page today.
http://litreactor.com/columns/5-essential-brain-hacks-for-fiction
“The show is on the bubble. Hannibal simply does not have the ratings to be considered viable for an extended life on a network.”
IGN.com:
Yeah, whatever. I indeed am Crazy Cat Man.
Super Smart Art Girl just called me Crazy Cat GUY. That sounds … cool or hip. Or at least a moniker for someone under age 40.
Your daily hit of kitten pics is right here:
Thanks to RJ Summers (coolest Canadian ever) for sharing this. Originally posted on the “Deep Abyss” Facebook page.
It’s cool to look at the “Deep Abyss” Facebook page. BUT DON’T LOOK TOO HARD, BECAUSE IT ALSO LOOKS INTO YOU.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 