I just contributed a snippet to a collaborative fiction project called How Not to Stay in Vegas, a story that started on Facebook, of all places. Well, that’s probably not uncommon. Writers are introverts. They don’t leave their house, do they? I haven’t left my house in two days. Okay, a week. Actually, all my social interaction happens on Facebook. Get off my lawn. Wait, how’d you get inside? Stop messing with the blinds! Oh, god, is that sunlight? It burns my eyes. It burns! It BURNS I TELL YOU
*shoves you out*
*draws blackout curtains*
*withdraws into fortress of solitude*
Okay, you know what, I’ve gotten off track. I just wanted to thank Burt Walker and Jim Goodman for shepherding the experiment, and wish them luck because getting a writers to do anything on time or in an orderly fashion or with other people can be hazardous to your health.