My brother and I had a great quiet weekend. He took home multiple large buckets of crabapples. Some of you asked for pictures of what’s he’s going to do, and he promised to provide some. More on this later.
We drank beer, talked about things men, brothers in particular, would discuss. I’m the only man in this house, and his situation is similar. We drank some good craft beer too. It was a great time.
Work today was followed by critique group. It was fairly typical, three people enjoying my story, and one severe redline. The trick to critique group is to listen to the one who did the heavy markup. This is usually where improvement is made. I really enjoy the supportive remarks, but it’s usually the sour one that teaches me something. I’m going to set it aside for a few days before diving in. This doesn’t mean I want everyone to be sour, because that isn’t helpful either. It’s a mixture of opinions, and I never follow anyone blindly.
I got some good opinions on dressing up my blog. Some of you made some good suggestions. I’m going to shake things up around here, but it won’t be for a few weeks.
I received a few more reports back on my book of short stories. There are some that haven’t arrived yet, but they have several weeks available. The comments are all pretty positive, and I’m excited to release this book into the world.
Comments about Macabre Macaroni in October were almost universal: do it again. I realised that posting a bit of micro fiction could drive sales of my book. It isn’t like I’m wasting stories if they can serve a promotional purpose. Besides, people seem to enjoy them, and they are a lot of fun to write. If I post every Tuesday this year, I only need four of them. I’m doing it again, and I already wrote one. (And I really like it.) I ought to be able to come up with three more by the first Tuesday in October.
That’s it tonight. Basically it was work, critique group, cold dinner, and a few words here before bed. I’ll try to come up with something more entertaining for the next post.