Dzanc Write-a-Thon - My Work

While it may seem from the onslaught of Quarterly posts the past half a day that I'm doing everything possible to avoid sitting and writing something for the Dzanc Write-a-Thon, that is not the case. I'm working on something. For a small taste (apologies in advance):

     (I'm running. There is nothing in front of me but kneehigh grass and daffodil flowers. To the left, a stream; the water is clear and cool. My mane whips in the wind over my sweatglistened neck. Free. Free.)

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     Butch bends down and kissed his wife Jill--some of the egg he has just consumed rubs off onto her cheeck. He walks out the door onto the large wooden porch. Heading toward the barn, he plans to wake up Lester, his farmhand. Lester should be in the fields already--the lazy bastard always needs to be roused. The only reason Butch keeps him on is his size, his bulging biceps. The leather gloves Butch wears fit his fingers perfectly but are a little loose in the thumbs. The soft ground gives way underneath his trunklike legs.

While I am not hoping for accodales for the above two paragraphs (and yes, there is much more), I do hope that you'll consider sponsoring me, or one of the actual authors, in this year's write-a-thon. You can do so by clicking on that link above. Many thanks to those of you that already have done so.

Comments

[sherylmonks]

Hooray, Dan! You're braver than I am. I shall not be posting the drek I'm writing. But I am very happy (and grateful to Dzanc for the nudge) to be writing it.

~ sheryl

[Dan Wickett]

Yeah, but you have a track record to protect--not me!

[sherylmonks]

Hardly! And anyway, what are you talking about? You're a great writer, Dan. I think you should just go ahead and embrace it:

You are a writer, my friend.