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Ladies and gentlemen, gneech.com 3.0 (for lack of a better term) is on the air! Here is where I’ll be posting stories, reflections on writing, RPG materials, new projects I may have in the works, and so on. If you’re already a follower of my LiveJournal, posts made here will be echoed there, so you don’t have to change anything. As time goes on, however, I expect the LJ to be more of a home for daily ramblings about my personal life, internet memes, or other flotsam and jetsam, whereas this site will be more oriented to what you might call the “business end” of my keyboard. And while my prose has been more or less on “the back burner” for the past several years as I concentrated on my webcomics, this year I will be picking up the slack. I’ve already got two novels under various levels of construction and am casting around for markets for other works, so I hope to have a lot of news to post here as the year goes on.
If you’re new to my work, welcome aboard! I recommend you start with the Stories, there’s some good stuff there! The Fictionlets alone should keep you going for a while! Or, if you’re more interested in comics, you might enjoy The Suburban Jungle (Starring Tiffany Tiger) or NeverNever.
Finally, if you’re trying to reach me about something, you can leave a comment on this post via the link at the bottom, or e-mail me directly.
Enjoy!
-The Gneech
Fictionlet
“I am so tired of naysayers!” Greg said. “Honestly, every time I write a column, make a blog post, or even express an opinion, out from the woodwork come two thousand people ready to contradict everything I say!”
“Of course they don’t; don’t be ridiculous!” said Brigid.
Greg blinked. “All right, two thousand and one,” he amended.
-The Gneech
Fictionlet
“So, Isadora!” said Julia. “Brigid’s finally landed herself a man, eh? You must be very proud.”
“What do you mean, ‘finally’?” said Isadora. “Brigid’s landing herself men all the time. In fact, she’s left an impressive array of male corpses strewn across the landscape.”
“Um,” said Julia, apparently trying to figure out which direction to go next. “Well,” she finally said, “Greg seems very nice.”
“Oh yes,” said Isadora, “quite the lovable airhead. And very good at shifting furniture, which is the important thing of course.”
“Um,” said Julia again.
“There’s something about him that brings out the maternal instinct. I tell him to call me his Auntie Isadora. He doesn’t do it, of course; he insists on calling me ‘Mrs. Franks’ all the time, which makes me feel like a mascot for a hot dog stand. But I should have thought of that before marrying Brigid’s father, shouldn’t I?”
“Er, yes, no doubt,” said Julia. “Oh, look! There’s Aunt Edna! I really must ask her something. Pardon me, Isadora!”
Isadora smiled at her retreating form. They could make her come to these damn things, but they couldn’t stop her from having a good time.
-The Gneech
Fictionlet
Looking around the party, Brigid was very surprised to see Greg chatting quite normally with a grinning woman who appeared to be in her thirties, all rosy cheeks and brown curls. She wandered over just in time to hear, “Oh please. Your trouble is just that you don’t like strong women!”
“I don’t?” said Greg.
“Of course not. You’re intimidated by them!”
“Hmm,” said Greg. “I suppose you’re right, I am at that. But then again, I’m also intimidated by strong men. Not to mention elephants, tornadoes, and explosive devices.”
“Pfft!” said the woman.
“Hello,” said Brigid.
“Aha!” said Greg, “one of the strong women I’m most intimidated by. Janet, this is Brigid. Brigid, this is Janet Duveaux. Although you’re more likely to recognize her pen-name, ‘Lady Nemo.'”
“‘Lady Nemo’? I don’t remember any — wait a minute. Wasn’t ‘Lady Nemo’ the one who wrote the play with the giant rubber penis?”
“Yes, that’s me!” beamed Janet, as if she had something to be proud of.
“Wow,” said Brigid.
“Anyway, Janet tells me that I don’t like strong women,” Greg said.
“You like my mother, does that count?” said Brigid. “She once melted a bus using only her withering stare.”
-The Gneech
Fictionlet
“Wait a minute…” muttered Greg. “Why, you sneaky so-and-so!”
“What?” said Brigid, from across the room.
“I got it! I got it!” Greg said, brandishing a newspaper at her. “See, it’s not just down and across. Each of these smaller boxes also go from one to nine! That makes it much easier. You don’t have to keep track of the whole puzzle all at once, just each one of these!”
Brigid blinked at the half-finished sudoku puzzle Greg was enthusing over. “Congratulations,” she said. “You’ve mastered a rudimentary concept known to a bazillion retirees worldwide. Maybe you’d like to walk up to McDonalds for some coffee and a rousing game of checkers.”
“Fine,” said Greg, turning his back to her. “Just for that, I’m not going to tell you the answer to today’s Super-Scramble.”
-The Gneech