Wrath II is now live. And after writing 50 or 60 of these posts, well, I'm just plumb out of shit to say right now. Call it writer's fatigue. Call it a lack of creativity. Call it Betty and then it'll call you Al. I don't freaking know.
Though now I realize that I think I've said something like this before. Which means I'm being unoriginal in my unoriginality.
I certainly hope A Kind of Drug is better than these update posts are. If not, you're all very easily amused.
Around 2005, I was reading a whole lot of Philip K Dick and Kurt Vonnegut. Somewhere in the midst of all this, I came up with an idea for a short story that asked the very Dickian question of "What is reality?". In 2006, I took this story idea and crafted the tale of The Problem with Roger for one of my Creative Writing courses. The style of writing is VERY reflective of the Vonnegut books that I was reading at the time (very playful and detailed) and very dissimilar to my more current works (very serious and dickish).
But I never turned the story in to my professor. Why? Because I gave it to a friend to proofread and she immediately called me and asked if I was serious about the ending. I had no idea what she meant. She then proceeded to explain to me how the ending is the exact same as a very famous Stephen King novel. Not being a fan of King's work, I was blown away. I went online to research the book only to find out that she was completely correct.
The story has been in my scrap bin ever since. I release it now into the world simply because it's a fun story and it will hopefully keep some of you sated until A Kind of Drug returns in 2012.