The plan had been for Mike Stang to come to Oceanside when Gary rode into those dusty streets, hitched up his pony to the Towers, and we were all going to swagger over to The Flying Pig to drink women and ogle other people’s beer, after inviting everyone who ever visited the site to come by in the hopes they’d pick up the tab, which we figured would be as large His Moiness’s ego, Stang’s heart, and Gary’s bull (Bob). Read more
Good sombermorningfrom the Towers that are A Word with You Press in the Land of the Double entundra. To the shock of many, including myself, I am actually capable of keeping a secret. Might be that modicum of dormant decency in my soul, but more than likely it's because Gary authorized Mike Stang to arrange a mafia-style hit on me if I misbehaved. I have known for well over a year what was coming.
Looks like the magic is coming back. Just posted this contest, and already Gary Clark has entered with a new work in progress. The task of each author who enters this contest is to connect us to the story fast as fallin’ through a prologue.Each Read more