Friday 30 April (part 4)

 

 I’m bothered more by the prospect of my kids coming

tomorrow than by anything else. The last thing I need is for

them to be here with all the shit that’s about to come down. I

resent their mother… Read full post »

 

For a long while after Warren and the two agents left, I sat in

the chair in front of the cold fireplace, studying the photos

they’d left with me. I saved the most perplexing of… Read full post »

I liked the sound of the word abduction a lot better than the

word assassination. I still do, even knowing it’s only a subtle

difference, that the gunfire that can break out in a kidnapping… Read full post »

 

 

Friday 30 April  

We are plunging now on what I hope is a roller coaster,

because if it isn’t, if we don’t dip back up after we reach

bottom, we’re going to make one helluva splat. What I mean is

there… Read full post »

 

Thursday 29 April (part 2)

 

This is a good time to talk about the President’s husband, 

Herman. Good, sturdy, manly man. Not the eunuch some in the

press have snidely hinted at, relying on a softness, almost a… Read full post »

This is Palatino sans informal, which Patty Jane told me about

and which looks almost like comic sans. I was looking for a

font that was easier to read than the serif stuff that's

default on OS.

 

Unfortunately some OSers' software doesn't read some… Read full post »

 

Wednesday 28 April (part 2)

The Secret Ad Hoc Assassination Attempt Committee met.

We’re rolling. But first I must tell of my near death on the

way to see Sen. Bart Gladstone at the hospital. It was my

fault, unless I… Read full post »

 

Wednesday 28 April  (part 1)

My ex called last night and asked if I could keep the kids over the

weekend.  My hesitation before answering disconcerted her.  Ordinarily I

respond to such requests with instant enthusiasm.  I love my kids and

they seem to love me,… Read full post »

Dear Clark - I know your attention span is barely longer than your dick, so this will be short, with short sentences, altho with the occasional big word to keep you alert.  This is you - I am you - as an old geezer, writing you a letter to cheer you… Read full post »

So.  Will something happen now to Sgt. Secord, now that I’ve told him

that something unusual may be behind the crash?  If, that is, Secord’s not

part of it and is interested enough to poke beyond the routine accident

investigation?  Will he blab… Read full post »

 

I needn’t belabor you with the agonizing minutia of my weekend.  I went

home Friday night after all.  Decided that no matter what was happening I

couldn’t appear to be losing my grip.  That I might actually be losing my

mind did not… Read full post »

 

I got no sleep last night.  And that was just the start of what has turned out to be a nightmare of a day.  What’s more, I just lied to you, a little.  Actually I did get some sleep - just enough to dream of Warren… Read full post »

 

 

 

I reserve Thursday mornings, from nine until he’s finished, for Warren Hendrian’s report on assassination plots.  Fridays would be OK for this, as well.  Those are the two days a week the President spends “milking,” and cannot… Read full post »

I’m going to omit from this list those closest to the President.  They’re also closest to me, and that closeness skews my judgment.  A gesture or word is prone to radical misinterpretation in these circumstances, I should think.  Something innocent could…

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If I had to pick one word to sum up Warren Hendrian it would be round.  And that’s partly in deference to Warren, a homosexual, who seems to have made it his secondary mission in life to loathe everything straight.  His primary mission was to serve the President… Read full post »

Well, dear readers.  Here it is.  The excerpt she calls "Snake-eyes Simon" from theglasscharacter's published novel Mallory.

Someone had commented on her post yesterday about her frustrations with publishers.  Nobody was buying her two novels.  The comment inquired whether she had… Read full post »

What an awful week this has been.  I still haven’t told anyone about the assassination plot.  I’m not even sure I believe it anymore.  Five or six times a day I do, and five or six times a day I don’t.  Either way,/… Read full post »

 

 

Yesterday’s morning staff meeting with the President quickly reeled out of control.  Warren Hendrian was at fault, whining nasally that he didn’t like his title, which is Domestic Affairs Advisor.

“Hers sounds more important,” he said afte… Read full post »

 

It was about eight o’clock this morning and I was experiencing my usual ambivalence during what some might consider a peculiar exercise, with one foot on the pinnacle of my power and the other in the nadir of depravity.  I was alone in my office, snooping through…

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Primrose Lane

 

 

prologue

I suspected right away that I had stumbled upon an assassination plot.

Not sure I can explain how I came to suspect this.  I don't think I'm psychic, unless you would count the occasional ability/… Read full post »

This account was inspired by PattyJane, a fellow former ink-stained wretch whose blog I discovered this morning after she dubbed me a favorite and then confessed in a comment on my blog that she'd blown a chance to interview Superman when she worked for a newspaper in West Virginia.  I've forgiv… Read full post »

This is the "first chapter" I mentioned in an earlier post about the agent who tried to sell me his course on how to write fiction.  I since decided the chapter should be a prologue.  I should add a caution: this contains some graphic violence.  

Within seconds after he let… Read full post »