Here's a random feature story I wrote about a guy who came up with the idea to sell baby toupees. It was pretty fun to write.

I made this up for my sister Kristin's birthday and Express mailed it to her house. $35 in shipping later, it arrived and is now proudly displayed on her wall. She said it was "exactly what she'd buy for herself if she was in the store," which, even if it isn't true, is a very sweet lie.

Here it is (ignore the random beam of sunlight; it's not ( Read more... )

I thought I had gotten up to 7,000 words, but it turned out that I had accidentally copied and pasted 1,500 words twice ( Read more... )

After a lovely salad at Olive Garden, it'll be productivity for the next two hours, me working on my book (5,241 as of two days ago, when last I wrote. Sigh) and Mike doing godknowswhat on the laptop next to me ( Read more... )

I'm still behind in my novel, but not as behind as I was. I plan to do a hard-core writing night tonight after work (starting at 2 a.m., that is ( Read more... )

I only wrote 574 words today. Pathetic. It was a combination of falling into my usual writing habits, which include me really only producing one draft of something. I write, tweak as I'm writing, and by the time I'm done it looks pretty much the way I want it. But that's time-consuming, so I have to let it go and just write. The perfectionist in me ( Read more... )

Blake, the new designer, was pretending to heckle people on the desk ( Read more... )

The hippie character in my book, Elevator Music, will be named Starfire Bingham, after Emily Bingham, the winner of my contest. In addition, another character's first name will be Emily.

The Guild Starfire, according to Ms. Bingham, is the name of one of Jerry Garcia's guitars. And, according to Mr. Michael Townshend, Starfire is also a superhero. ( Read more... )

"Procedure" went fine. I'm a little sore today, basically because I was punched with some kind of rays or waves or something (I should probably know this, since it happened to me) in the kidney for about 45 minutes. But I'm better than I thought I'd be ( Read more... )

A few months ago, we were listening to the Velvet Underground at work. The 54YOL turned around and makes a face.

"These guys are such talentless hacks," he said in his usual music-snob voice.

He's the kind of guy who, instead of thinking of the test scene in "Tommy Boy" when someone mentions Herbie Hancock, discusses the importance of "The ( Read more... )