Scene (true story): I’m sitting in the pantry, which is little more than a cupboard, to escape the bright sunlight streaming through the kitchen window. I’ve pulled the kitchen table, with my laptop on it, in with me. My best friend, John, walks into the kitchen.
Me: Yes, I know, I’m in the closet.
Him: You can come out. It’s the twenty-first century.
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I went to see the movie Coco at the theatre with my son on Sunday and boy, am I glad I went.
Coco a Disney Pixar movie about a little boy, Miguel, who wants to be a musician. His family are against it as his grandfather from generations back left his wife and little girl for a life on the road to fulfill his own dream of making music. The story takes place on the Day of the Dead. Miguel travels to the Land of the Dead by accident, and finds that he might finally gain permission from his late ancestor to play music.
If you love sugar skulls, fantastic cinematography, rich cultural storytelling, and beautifully touching movies, go see Coco. Even if you don’t have kids, it’s a wonderful movie.
ON FIRE is a collection of short stories, published by Transmundane Press, all with the theme of fire; how it warms us, frightens us, and sometimes consumes all we care about. My own story within the anthology, entitled The Flame of Lick’s Island, is a spooky tale of a couple who inherit a house on a secluded island.
Today is the final day to get the Kindle edition of ON FIRE at the special new release price of 99¢. From December 4th to the 5th you can buy it for $2.99, on the 6th and 7th it goes on sale for $4.99, and on the 8th of December it will go up to the regular price of $9.99.
So get it today! And enjoy my story along with those of many other talented authors. Just click on the photo to go to the Amazon.com page.
Andrea: So my mom’s got this new boyfriend, right?
Lacey: Again?
Andrea: What do you mean, again? She hasn’t had one in, like, a month. Anyways, he comes over last night, and he’s, like, completely shitfaced, right?
Lacey: No!
Andrea: So yeah, so he’s, like, staggering all over the place, and he just got out of his car. He comes in and he says to me, “You know, you’re even better-looking than your mom.” And I’m like, “EW, how can you say that with my mom just standing there?”
Lacey: No way!
Andrea: Exactly, right? But my mom just laughed it off. She wanted to go to this restaurant where they had, like, this reservation?
Lacey: That’s …
Andrea: Incredible, right? My mom’s like such a crazy bitch.
Lacey: She really is!
Andrea: Well she’s not THAT crazy. At least she drove.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a style that one could cramp. As a teenager, I went by the general style of “get away with anything I can,” yet nothing in particular sticks out much. I didn’t smoke or do drugs, and by the time I started drinking, my mother had stopped. So the water in the booze to keep the level up went unnoticed. I think it might have ended up being so watered down that even I didn’t bother with it.
My style now amounts to being alone as much as possible so I can work. Oooh, I’m such a party animal in my old age. 😛 In fact nothing cramps my style any more as much as actual cramps do. And believe me, my walk has style for the first few minutes in the morning.
Now, just don’t get between me and my coffee. Or I’ll cramp your style.