Ain’t that Santa over there?
That old man with the red coat on?
Yeah, that’s that fool.
Roll up on side of him, man.
Roll your window down.
Hand me my Glock give me another clip.
‘cause I’m gonna smoke this fool.
There he go.
You Santa? Santa Claus?
Man, that’s Santa!
Get that fool, he tryin’ to run!
Yeah, Kringle, what’s up?!
Youse a dead Father Christmas now!
Welcome to Friday Footnotes, a new series intended to fill the void when I've spent too much time writing fiction and too little time writing a new thoughtful blog post for you.
The bar around him was an amalgam of familiar set pieces: the long bar with multi-colored bottles on the wall behind it, the pool tables in the distance with their clacking balls, and a small dance floor with only a handful of people gyrating to a song he couldn’t hear.
Writing is a lonely profession, but there are times when you need someone else to help answer the difficult questions like "how many movie quotes are too many?"
Pamela Koehne-Drube over at Novlr wrote a great framework for expanding a short story into a novel. It's like she was reading my diary.
