Monday, February 26th, 2007
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I wait in the indigo darkness for my destiny in this world, and according to my predictions it should happen right… about… now! A brilliant yellow blast ignites over the fountain, sizzling away my night sight. A moment later the bell in the clock tower heralds [...]
Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
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7/22/2005 - Written by: Jeremy Osborne, Vincent Lowe, and Brooks Graham for a 24-hour script/filming competition. (Ultimately, this script, which was basically my script, was scrapped. I still like my version of the script better than the filmed version and post it here for a third [...]
Thursday, February 15th, 2007
This last week has consisted of working despite my best intentions, and pretending to have short timers only to get a few projects here and there. I asked for a ghostwriter for this post. Here, courtesy of a super secret author, I sign my name to the first story ghostwritten for me.
The Bored Frog
Once [...]
Friday, February 9th, 2007
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She moved to Germany on business. I think she wanted a break. She promised it would make us money. I think the she had ulterior motives. She called me by phone, prepaid by me, more infrequently. I got interrupted by important business calls. She said it’ll [...]
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
I got my first rejection letter for my first novel that I submitted! I love it, and reprint it here for you all (obscuring the identification of the person who sent this to me):
Hi Jeremy,
Thanks for sending me your novel. I don’t mind sex and violence at all, but thank you for warning me [...]
Friday, January 26th, 2007
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I looked across my kitchen table at her, numb to everything that I once believed, ignoring all common sense informing me about what has been happening for the last half-hour. Sharee sat directly across from me holding my white ceramic senchawan inches away from her lips. [...]