Wednesday, July 06, 2005

My Castle in the Sky Will be Furnished.

I wrote a quick story to win a chair from The Austinist, and by some voo-doo magic*, my little story got picked!

Feel free to read about it here. I’m not trying to brag about it or anything. I mean, after all, I did fuck it up pretty bad. When it comes to writing, I’m no rocket… ship. Or anything like that. But then again, I was pitted against a couple of really badass haikus. So there’s that.

If you live in the Austin area, check out Ben Brown and The Austinist. Why? Because they gave me a beanbag chair.

Peas, lobes, and wordness.

* ”magic” here, refers to: extremely limited number of entrants, which is totally cool by me. I’m not ashamed to lose [or, WIN, as this case appears] a war of attrition.


Sean said...

I just posted an entry regarding your good fortune.

Henry Miller would have been proud.

Truecraig said...

Yes, I suck. So what?

Anonymous said...

CONGRATULATIONS!!! I think this has the makings of a novel about a writer who only enters Class "C" writting contests. His name could be Wimbley (whem-ba-lee)and lives in Castle Gayskull. He survives on a steady diet of little children's shoes ( size 6 or smaller)and dreams of one day owning a catalog of Henry Miller-esque knock-offs. Until one day when his testicles descend and his morning wood punctures the beautiful kaelidiscope of success he's managed to gleam from trick'n out his pad all over town as a novelty for children's birthday parties.

Anonymous said...

So when do we drink to your good fortune?


Lycan said...

While I do not mean to diminish your entry or the value of the bean bag chair, don't got screwed.

The link of the original contest in the Austinist blog showed a hot gal named Katie Spence sitting in the bean bag and she'd better be coming with that bean bag.

Nice job!

Girl With An Alibi said...

Very Cool! I "heart" craig's bean bag chair story. Glad to have you back. Looking forward to tales of your Chicago escapades.

Truecraig said...

Dungster: I’m not sure I could write that story… I mean, my testicles need to drop first, right? Damn. Why you gotta call a brutha out like that?

Rachel: ooooooh! You haven’t been by in a while! Sheeeeit. You know I’m down to drink whenever. To whatever. As long as it’s cheap, ‘cause I’m rubble broke.

Lycan: I doubt my girlfriend would be too cool with Katie moving in with the chair. Besides, I bet Katie has a-lot of shoes and shit. There’s no room for more shoes AND my sanity. It can’t all fit. Thanks!

GWAA: I’m glad you liked it. Fucked up references and all (can you tell I’m REALLY harping on that error? Yes, I am). I’ll post something related to Chicago soon, I promise…

Lycan said...

Alright, so if there's no room for a Girl 2 at your place; Send Katie my way! It's not just about you, think about others!

Anonymous said...

Sweet addition to the castle. Yeah, I think Katie will just take up precious space, soooo just pass her along this way. Caring is sharing right bro?

brother nick

Drew said...

Dude, that's awesome. And IMO, the Henry Miller thing just adds to the awesomeness.