I’m feeling kind of sick tonight, so no heavy duty blogging.
Instead, I thought I’d shine a little light on what a dork I was in my teenage years. When I was in high school, I got my hands on one of my Dad’s Woody Allen paperback books, Side Effects. In reading it, I immediately decided I wanted to write stories just like that – this is before I even really knew him as a filmmaker (I was probably 14). His short story writing style is completely different from his work writing screenplays, and to be honest, I much prefer it.
From “My Speech to the Graduates,” in Side Effects:
“More than at any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.”
Anyway, here’s a link to one of Woody Allen’s short stories, “The Whore of Mensa,” from his book Without Feathers. Good way to knock off about 10 minutes.