tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post2273218005337705764..comments2024-02-24T15:58:56.712-08:00Comments on The Good Typist: Flash Fiction Fail, Brown Boots Win, Worry ChampKristen McHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467256747399406710noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-2001899237254218562015-09-21T19:59:30.101-07:002015-09-21T19:59:30.101-07:00I am not at all "so done with plays" and...I am not at all "so done with plays" and I'm dying for a project, so when you get time, bring it on! We're geographically separated, so it's unlikely that I'll mallet-murder you. (But you never know.) I, too, believe that worrying has saved my butt. I just wish that I could expend a little less energy on it and still feel safe.Kristen McHenryhttp://thegoodtypist.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-45811275232516832382015-09-20T22:31:34.876-07:002015-09-20T22:31:34.876-07:00I have several abandoned novels that I am willing ...I have several abandoned novels that I am willing to gift you. Perhaps "gift" is the wrong word. Torture? I had been looking for someone to collaborate with me on a play. But there are several problems. First, I know you are so done with plays. Second, my writing partners quickly develop fantasies about killing me with a polo mallet. And third, I just don't have the time right now. But I assure you, it's brilliant: Christopher Marlowe meets Edward Albee.<br /><br />Ah yes: worrying! I'm with you: I'm great at worrying and I have no intention of giving it up. What's more, when I've thought about it really seriously, I have concluded that my worrying is the only reason that I'm still alive. And when you look into that clock at night, just imagine that it was built by Ahmed Mohamed and might actually be a bomb!Frank Moraeshttp://franklycurious.comnoreply@blogger.com