As promised, here is the link to my second published short story called Red Stripe. The story itself is about a day in the life of a punk rock singer called Krystal. It clocks in just under 5K words and its one of the quirkier stories that I've written.
The inspirations for the story were from the following sources: Beer, a young lady dressed up for Halloween, punk music, speed metal music and a cassette sampler of classical guitar music.
Also, I managed to accomplish another rarity in my writing career: I wrote a clean story. Exactly one swear word is used in the entire story.
Much like everyone else in the corroded cyber world that is Google/Blogger, I have finally lost patience with a particular aspect of my blogging life. Namely, my Google Reader. While I was going through a serious amount of aggravation in trying to get a particular link to work (note, unless you're complaining about your blog to Google, customer service is notoriously spotty for their other features) in my recently involuntarily upgraded Google Reader, I decided after I got the problem fixed (note, it really wasn't the reader, but a glitch in my computer that the Norton service tech smartly pointed out early Wednesday morning) that I would never use that feature again.
I've spent the better part of Wednesday and Thursday recalibrating some 80 blogs that I read with some regularity. If you haven't seen me commenting lately, its because I've been busy setting up subscriptions to your blogs, either with your RSS/Atom feed, Hotmail, Yahoo (addy 1), Yahoo (addy 2), on Facebook's Networked Blog app or just simply when some of you are thoughtful enough to post a link to your blog via your wall feed on Facebook.
I still like certain things about Google, which is mostly their e-mail and their search engine. Beyond that though, the jury is now on the fence deliberating with great vigor on the remaining features.
psssst...if you click on the above link, you'll find out about one my favorite early 60's impersonators, of which I have two original copies of his album.
The Plug Ugly
I'm not really sure what to write for this particular part, simply because the only reason why I picked out this phrase was that it was an mid 19th century Baltimore street gang/political club. And if you click on the link, you'll find an interesting sub article in the listing that pretty much dismisses the book "The Gangs Of New York" of which was turned into a film by Martin Scorsese. Well, that plus I like the name.
So there you have it, my version of the wonderful spaghetti western, of which I have the soundtrack to (only soundtrack I actually own on CD). Hope your weekend is a goody for ya!
Oh and one more thing: I'm still looking for suggestions on what kind of music and/or books to get. If you need a refresher, please check out last Sunday's post.