Today was pineapple pickin' day. Ron wanted a photo of me with the fruit, in front of some other fruit, to tout his pineapple growing prowess. Never mind that we've harvested maybe 4 pineapples in the five years we've been here. "You can't grow pineapples in Glenwood," says our neighbor Leonard. Whatever Leonard says we can't grow, Ron sets out to prove him wrong. This, I must admit, is our best pineapple yet, twice as big as any we've whacked before and twice as sweet. I attribute this to the unusual amount of sunshine we've had with this year's drought and to uncharacteristic patience, waiting, waiting, waiting, until the thing was actually ripe before picking it, something we've rushed with our previous harvests. For those who may not know, the pineapple belongs to the bromeliad family. Riveting, huh?
That's a lemon tree behind me.
Here's the big news. A far-from-literary cyber-rag has written to say, "We love your story," a piece of flash fiction called, The Lemming Sisters. I'm a sucker for compliments, of course, especially when it comes to writing, so I'm way more thrilled by this than I should be. The publication is called Hobo Pancakes, an online humor magazine based in San Francisco. Some of the stuff they publish is funny, though some is crass, tasteless, juvenile potty humor, which, I'll admit, I also find funny more often than not. November 1st marks their third, quarterly edition. With time, increased exposure and better material, (like my story), Hobo Pancakes will improve and become the humor site to which it aspires. My contribution is a fluff piece (and I do mean that literally) with furry rodent as protagonist. It's silly, sure, but also, if I don't say so myself, well written, a bona fide piece of serious, talking lemming literature. So stay tuned. I'll publish a link on Facebook Monday when it hits the Web.
Here's the big news. A far-from-literary cyber-rag has written to say, "We love your story," a piece of flash fiction called, The Lemming Sisters. I'm a sucker for compliments, of course, especially when it comes to writing, so I'm way more thrilled by this than I should be. The publication is called Hobo Pancakes, an online humor magazine based in San Francisco. Some of the stuff they publish is funny, though some is crass, tasteless, juvenile potty humor, which, I'll admit, I also find funny more often than not. November 1st marks their third, quarterly edition. With time, increased exposure and better material, (like my story), Hobo Pancakes will improve and become the humor site to which it aspires. My contribution is a fluff piece (and I do mean that literally) with furry rodent as protagonist. It's silly, sure, but also, if I don't say so myself, well written, a bona fide piece of serious, talking lemming literature. So stay tuned. I'll publish a link on Facebook Monday when it hits the Web.
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