Hi, folks. A Happy New Year to you, one and all.* Today’s post is inspired by a comment we received last week. Specifically, someone wondered what it was like sitting in
Bryan’s living room the writer's bullpen as both of us
collaborate together on new story ideas. Some people might call those meetings “the
creative process,” but we like to think of them as “a mildly legitimate excuse
for midday drinking.” Whatever you want to call it, here’s a peek at a typical
*Except for my neighbor Donnie, you hyperflatulent son of a bitch.
And there you have it. The entire magical creative process of ABftS revealed, at last. Was it everything you’d hoped for? Are we really just half-insane alcoholics operating under the thinly veiled excuse of artistry? You be the judge.
And also, thanks again to everyone who bought a copy of our newest novel, “The Sensationally Absurd Life and Times of Slim Dyson.” If you would be so kind, please leave us a quick rating over on Amazon. Whether it’s a good one or a bad one matters not. They all help us in the ranking algorithms. But remember, Bryan is a sensitive guy, so don’t be too harsh. When enraged, he’s prone to urinating from his third floor balcony onto passing suburbanites.
Cheers and stay classy, folks!
Beer: Goose Island IPA (NY defectors)
Music: Watermelon Slim