on the very night that one of my stories was performed down under, towit the sms exchange:
person in australia: Russ can you send me a couple of stories please? The one about a late train cos someone through himself under it, and the one about the unconceived child floating around looking for the right couple? Ta. Thought i had them but don’t. Need them in a few hours - can you let me know? Thanks muchly
person in australia: Please please wake up and text me back!
me: Yo. K, I’ll get up!
person in australia: So would you mind sending those stories? How does it feel to be in demand? Annoying?
me:Got them?
person in australia: Yes. Thanks dude. I’ll let you know how one of them goes down. Cheers.
person in australia: Fuck me that was hard. I didn’t even write it., and that was hard. One person asked to read it afterward, held all 15 of them for the first couple of pages, most till the end. Chose acension (sic). Thanks, But never again!
As it happens i always liked the idea of the unconceived child thing, but not how i wrote it. i should post it for completeness.
here’s a proper short storey whose punchline is the very reason for its existence.
i love the fact that more things are recorded.
we have the holy trinity : storage, search, preferences.
storage: speaks for itself, it’s got to be available
search: you’ve got to be able to find it
preferences: it’s got to be able to find you, even if you don’t know it exists.
