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From “The InBoAuEv” by Tina Grissom
Bleary, Jenny raised her head from the nest of wrappers, cans, and napkins on her desk. The clock said she’d been out for nearly two hours, and the open wordfile on her laptop still blared its...
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From “The Paper Reel” by Eric Cummings Jr.
For the NaNo Excerpt Blog Chain. Have you ever seen a movie with an audition montage? The kind where it quickly cuts from one awful aspiring actor to another, and throwing in the director’s horrified...
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From “A Muse’s Unvarnished Perspective” by Altos Wexan
“Another year, another novel that hasn’t quite been finished but has the requisite number of words.” My muse, a blatant appropriation of Stephen King’s concept thereof as expressed in On Writing,...
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From “The Muse Rides Again” by Altos Wexan
“So, it’s that time of year again,” says my muse through a fog of cigar smoke and with cheap Pabst heavy on his breath. “What are you going to fail to finish this year?” I don’t like the tone of my...
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From “The Muse Rides Into the Sunset, For Now” by Altos Wexan
“Who’s this strumpet?” asks my muse as he walks into my writing den–otherwise known as the single room comprising my kitchen and living room. Sure enough, a young woman in a duster and hat, both heavy...
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From “The Muse’s Prediction” by Altos Wexan
“I’ve got you now.” The personification of my creative muse, wearing give-up-on-life pants and what might once have been a t-shirt, is lounging on my couch while ignoring the cigar ash and drops of...
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From “The Muse’s Revelation” by Altos Wexan
The personification of my creative muse hasn’t budged from my couch in 30 days. His give-up-on-life pants are earning their name ten times over, while his stained t-shirt is not officially holier than...
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From “A Muse’s Gloating” by Altos Wexan
“Well,” belches my muse. “You really screwed it up this time.” “What?” I said. “I made it to 50,000 words. 55,000, even! I won and kept my streak alive.” “Ah, but you didn’t finish the story this...
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