Friday, July 25, 2008

"i am a werewolf."

For any and all interested parties, the Reading Rainbow version of When the Wolfsbane Blooms can be found here:
http://www.mediafire.com/?dgmymy0gmcm
The picture is pretty decent for what it is at the standard resolution and is passable (barely) at full-screen resolution, but it was the best option I was given that didn't make the file size prohibitively huge.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

a horribly hilarious story FROM THE PAST

If you meander over to hobbescomics.net you'll see that I've finally updated the site with some new (really old) content! I wrote the story 13 years ago, probably fairly close to the day, and it really really shows it. Or at least I hope it does.
There are a great number of misspelled words. And a great number of silly illustrations. If you look at page five, you'll notice that someone is SO frightened their hair, teeth, eyes, and glasses are popping off of their round, smooth skull.
The copy I have is, as far as I know, the only copy left and even that is not the original. Anyway, check it out, it's pretty entertaining.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

making that subtitle inaccurate since 1986

Hey. So. It's been a while. I've been working on a story that I'm probably going to be putting in the save for later folder because it's just not happening. I have ideas for it and I have some sentences I really like, but overall it's been fighting me every step of the way. I recently started reading a book called U & I: A True Story about a writer who is obessed with John Updike. I can relate. The man is nothing if not prolific and has remained well-respected into his later years (which other author can you say that of?) and listening to him speak, the sentences seem to pour out of him perfectly formed. But moving on.
The story started out being about a man and wife with their infant daughter waiting for a bus in a small town and became about the same couple with the same child seeing a man get hit by a car (tapped, would be a better word) and get in a fight with the driver and started being more about the man meeting someone he hasn't talked to in a long time and being confused and unsettled by the ways they no longer match his memory. And then he goes back outside to the bus stop where his wife and daughter are waiting.
I'm not sure why I'm so facinated by the motif (if motif is the word I want) of that sort of family. I have neither wife nor daughter. But they keep popping up. I just need to move on and come back to the story later.

I'll have something more interesting to say later, I'm sure.

EDIT: I love Dylan Moran. He's hilarious! This is from his show "Black Books"