Yet Another Quick Link, And Yes, I Am Irreparably Late
Because I simultaneously love and hate you all, here's Green Evening Stories, which is simultaneously splendid and permanently unfinished. Enjoy! Until you reach the end, which is also the middle, and attain the gut-wrenching realization that you're cut off from any more, forever.
(one more link, that is)
If you were to read a comic about cats in prohibition-era St. Louis, you would prefer said comic to be tastefully sepia-toned, right?
Right.
"Don’t tell us what happened: tell us why it matters."
That's the single most useful writing tip ever. The rest of the article pales in comparison.
A tableau at the breakfast table.
“You are clearly mistaken, Madam!” I said. “My name is Charles Therrault, and I’m a trout and salmon salesman from Salem, Massachusetts. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”
“For heaven’s sake,” my mother said, “I just asked you to pass the orange juice.”
Artist: Fantômas
Record: Suspended Animation
