A Falling WhaleNovember 20, 2009

I’ve noticed a strange reoccurring motif in my writing: animals.  For some reason, exotic animals always seem to slip into my stories.  I don’t know why.

Not that this story focuses around animals or anything, actually, there are no real animals in it, per se.  Just in the title.  What we have here is another story I’ve recently dusted off.  I wrote it a few years back and never really thought about it until recently.

Very quickly, a weird story.  The protagonist’s name in this story is Katharine Black.  As I was writing this (well after I’d chosen her name) I met a sales lady at Macy’s who helped me when I was looking for something or other for Amanda.  The sales lady’s name?  That’s right, Katharine Black.  Okay, maybe it wasn’t all that weird.  But it seemed crazy at the time.

That’s my anecdote for this evening.  Enjoy the story.

A Falling Whale

The Dead Pet ShopNovember 18, 2009

Here’s a story I recently finished.  I read part of it at our MFA program’s 20th anniversary bash at the San Diego Museum of Art.  Never read in an art hall before.  Very echoey.  Anyhow, I hope to send this to a couple of contests in the near future.  Comments are welcome.  Enjoy!

Dead Pet Shop