Hopefully not, but... we saw what happened last time.
I'm not going to make any commentary about life today, but I will say this. In the summertime, I love crappy reading. Not that reading is crappy (I'm a reading teacher, it's not in my to say that), but I want the things that I read to be good and crappy. In other words, no tragic nihilistic explorations of existence, like A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, for me. *Ask my twin sister about that.* Give me fantasy series and adventure books--even children's books. For the record, I maintain that Harry Potter is not crappy reading.
Nevertheless, the problem with reading literature that's, shall we say, bottom shelf, is that hinders my own literary development. So, in addition to reading crappy books this summer, I've taken to reading the next best thing: flash fiction.
This has re-inspired my writing efforts, the first fruits of which are below. I don't have a title for this yet, but I hope you enjoy.
