December 2011
1 post
The Halloween Party "Ending!"
[In October of 2010 R.L. Stine had a contest where he wrote the beginning of a short story and it was your job to finish it by writing your own ending! If you won I believe you received signed copies of his books and your story was read by R.L. Stine himself. Of course I didn’t win! But here is my ending, and yes I thought the winner had a decent ending but I liked mine more.] 10.09.10 ...
November 2011
2 posts
"My Girlfriend Jumped Five Stories"
by Drew Blanche I was looking out over the ledge of the five story balcony when I heard her slip and fall. I rushed back into the kitchen to witness her sprawled out on the tile floor, her dress spread wildly across the slick flooring of our Manhattan apartment. I leaned down to help her up, gripping her right arm and pulling her forcefully upward. ”Don’t touch me,” she...
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Best Songs To Do Coke To?
For me, it has to be some sort of party/dance song. Usually with an 80’s vibe of some kind. Here are my top picks for songs to do coke to. :)
1. Hey Hey Guy - Ken Laszlo
2. Girl Panic - Duran Duran
3. I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight - Cutting Crew
4. Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne
5. Do You Wanna Touch Me - Joan Jett
6. Fooled Around and Fell in Love - Elvin Bishop
7. Fell in Love...
July 2011
15 posts
20 Great Things About Dating a Writer
Taken from this blog!
Earlier this week I wrote a post about how I don’t necessarily tend to date other writers. But that doesn’t mean that I think people shouldn’t date writers. In fact, I think that there are a lot of great things in store for you if you decide to date a writer - especially if you aren’t one yourself.
Here’s a look at 20 reasons to date a writer:
Writers will romance you with...
Poe Died Poor
Edgar Allan Poe made $14 when he sold The Raven. He was so poor that he had to destroy the furniture in his room to keep warm at night.
Hemingway's Writing Advice!
I was hesitant to calling this “Hemingway’s Drinking Advice!”
A long while ago, maybe 3-4 years back I picked up a copy of Hemingway’s On Writing and it made me realize the most important things that a writer must follow in order to be a successful writer. Basically for most, we must follow a simple set of rules. Looking back on the book, it gave a lot of tips on how...
Thursday night.
I’m drinking some cheap rum, listening to new James Blunt and rolling my own cigs. I’m in the middle of my book, trying to finish it up this month. It’s slowly beginning to take shape, but it’s still dragging along in a very slow pace. And the hot weather doesn’t seem to help me too much. I wish it were cold, winter I do better. I write more, the depression seems...
Saying Hello To Windows
This poem was rejected by Everyday Poets. I think I was drunk when I submitted the lousy poem which only took 3 minutes to write, hoping to get $1 for my contribution. Below you can read their feedback, and I may agree on some line breaks however, I do not agree with the rest. I still think it’s a great poem and that’s not to say that I am drunk now even though I most likely...
A Collection of Mostly Trash!
[Note: A while back, I had planned on releasing a collection of stories, mostly unpublished snippets of failed writing and I was going to call it, “A Collection of Mostly Trash!” Well, I never did compile the book or put it together—this was really as far as I had gotten. Enjoy!] Introduction: A short story is like a pill, you need a whole lot of them to clear the voices in your...
The Lost Weekend!
Helen: What is it you want to be so much that you're not?
Don: A writer. It's silly, isn't it? You know, in college, I passed for a genius. They couldn't get out the college magazine without one of my stories. Boy, was I hot! Hemingway stuff. I reached my peak when I was nineteen. Sold a piece to The Atlantic Monthly. Reprinted in the Reader's Digest... My mother bought me a brand-new typewriter and I moved right in on New York. Well, the first thing I wrote, that didn't quite come off. And the second I dropped — the public wasn't ready for that. I started a third and a fourth. Only by then, somebody began to look over my shoulder and whisper in a thin, clear voice like the E string on a violin. "Don Birnam," he whispered, "It's not good enough, not that way. How about a couple of drinks just to set it on its feet, huh?" So I had a couple. Oh, what a great idea that was! That made all the difference. Suddenly I could see the whole thing. The tragic sweep of the great novel beautifully proportioned. But before I could really grab it and throw it down on paper, the drinks would wear off and everything would be gone like a mirage. Then there was despair, and a drink to counter-balance despair, and then one to counter-balance the counter-balance. I'd sit in front of that typewriter trying to squeeze out one page that was halfway decent and that guy would pop up again... the other Don Birnam. There are two of us, you know. Don the drunk and Don the writer. And the drunk would say to the writer, "Come on, you idiot. Let's get some good out of that portable. Let's hock it. Let's take it to that pawn shop over on Third Avenue. It's always good for ten dollars." Another drink, another binge, another bender, another spree. Such humorous words. I've tried to break away from that guy a lot of times, but no good. You know, once I even got myself a gun and some bullets. I was gonna do it on my thirtieth birthday. Here are the bullets. The gun went for three quarts of whiskey. That other Don wanted us to have a drink first. He always wants us to have a drink first. The flop suicide of a flop writer.
Rejected poem!
“Chikan” I met a transgender who loved watching Chikan porno. Japanese tentacle porn. She told me “Gokkun” is the consumption of large amounts of cum. She had a white trash schoolgirl look going on with an insane case of insomnia. Her long bangs were flattened to her forehead and her yellow eye shadow was smeared a bit with runny mascara that needed to be touched...
