‘Tis been a long time, yes? I am going to start posting here more often. That’s my belated New Year’s resolution. It’s starts today. I have something wonderful to bestow upon you.
My good friend Ben Tanzer’s e-Book Repetition Patternshas been available for a few months now from CCLAP Books run by the famed Jason Pettus. It’s what Jason P. calls a story cycle, which I take to mean a short collection of stories, most of which have been published before but some have not. In short, the book rules. It’s been getting a lot of good press. Visit the CCLAP website and download the book. It’s a pay-what-you-can situation, so pay what you can.
This month, Ben is on a virtual book tour of varied blogs, and today I am honored to have him stop by this ole’ blog for two things: a guest essay written as a diary of bizarre version of my life (prepare for some deep laughts) and a podcast interview I did with Ben a few months back. Both are quite excellent. Read the essay–Ben makes me out to be cool. Listen to the podcast–Ben’s got some wonderful things to say. Without further ado, I give you Ben Tanzer.
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Living La Vida Ostdick by Ben Tanzer
I am awake. But, where am I? Home, yes? Good.
Wait, whose arm is that? And legs? And why are there so many? One, two, three women, undressed and asleep in my bed, odd, how did this go down?
I was at the reading, I was rocking it and people were loving me, celebrating me frankly, and then we started drinking the Absinthe, and there you go, another lost night.
I walk over to the mirror still groggy. Should I trim my beard? It definitely makes me look mysterious and worldly. And the chicks definitely dig it, but it’s so itchy.
I need to wake-up. I splash some water on my face and notice another girl in the bathtub. She is still breathing. Good.
I make some coffee, eat a Pop Tart, blueberry, and frosted, of course, and I feel the fog start to lift.
I ask the girls to leave. It is time to write.
I stretch. I put on Enya. I take my socks off and then my shirt. I will write in my boxers today, better to commune with the character, a man who wants to better connect with his brother, but feels his brother’s desire to wear boxers and not briefs stands between them, the boxers being a metaphor for fratricide.
I decide to update my Facebook photo first. My new webcam is the bomb.
I sit down at the computer and start to recite my pre-writing mantra, “I am the best writer I can be. And I am definitely better than that fucker Jason Jordan. Way better.”
I repeat this six times.
I am good to go.
I walk back over to the mirror. I don’t want to trim my beard do I? No. Look what happened to Samson.
I sit back down at the computer. Something is amiss in the story and not quite right. I remove a comma. Nice. I put it back-in. Very nice.
I microwave a Hot Pocket.
I go back onto Facebook and change my photo.
I watch RedTube.
I take a nap.
I wake-up and drink some oolong tea with a touch of Hazelnut.
I walk back to the computer. I remove the comma. I put it back in again.
I stare into the mirror. I am so keeping this beard.
I sit down at the computer, hit send and submit the story to Pindeldyboz.
I eat some Ramen and prepare for the upcoming night’s reading.
Life is good.
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Now for the podcast, recorded live at New Wave Coffeehouse in Logan Square. For your listening pleasure.
This Podcast Will Change Your Life – The Nick Ostdick edition. – This Podcast Will Change Your Life
