The Green Light (new publication)

The Green Light

 

I am happy to announce that another story from my 2018 dialogue writing challenge has found a new home in The Green Light Literary Journal. The story is Viagra for a Pariah. You can read the whole short story at this link: https://thegreenlightliteraryjournal.wordpress.com/fiction-randaleldongreene/

 

The Ghost of Yesteryear

The Ghost of Yesteryear
I just received yet another acceptance letter for one of my dialogues. This time the story is Viagra for a Pariah, and it’s appearing in the upcoming issue of The Green Light. A Lover’s Dwelling is coming out in the Flash Fiction Addiction anthology in the near future. The third dialogue I wrote, Everything in It’s Right Place, is appearing in the Iowa’s Emerging Writers anthology, which you can pre-order on this website.

I think it’s just amazing that all these small presses are taking on my words, telling their readers that this thing I wrote is worth reading. That means a lot.

The piece I wrote this week is titled The Ghost of Yesteryear. It’s about a young man whose recently deceased father tells him to continue his love of nostalgia. You can find a list of all the dialogues (plus a list of all the published dialogues, and links if available, here).

Thanks for reading, bookworms!

About the author:

About the Author

May I have my fiction with a side of meta?  🙂

Today’s post is both to announce the title of this week’s dialogue for my weekly dialogue-only writing challenge and also to make an announcement.

First the dialogue. . . . The dialogue-only story for today is a bit of a meta piece wherein two characters are discussing the author: me.
I hope it’s clear from the artwork exactly where this story is going. Truth be told, this is the only piece I’m worried about getting into the book. It feels to me like it might be an even more problematic piece than Insults Two by Two. It’s not so much the content for About the author: but how I want to use the story in the book, which is something I also feel is terribly obvious.

Well, despite my worries, I’m still putting this one down as my next dialogue. It may be meta, but it’s a fictional story through and through.

kill the writer

Now, a little bit about me, the author.

As some of you may know, I have been writing full time for a about three years now. I work weekends at a hotel. Every Saturday and every Sunday I come into work at 3am and leave at 11pm. That’s sixteen hours a day, back to back. In other words, I’m putting in a thirty-two full time job hours in two days.

This doesn’t cover my bills. I’ve been okay for 2.5 years, but with my wife’s student loans recently coming due, an unexpected increase in monthly repayment for both of our loans, and the loss of rent from two roommates, it’s become tough. So instead of wasting my time building a platform for Patreon, I went and got a job.

I will admit, I did see this coming. I actually started working a sales position with an online company but didn’t make any sales in two months. I liked it since I set my own hours and worked from home. I liked that it was incoming calls. I liked everything, except for the fact that nobody wanted to buy what I was selling, even if it would help their own businesses. Beings I only got paid on commission, that job got kicked to the curb early last month.

After applying all over the place and having to turn down positions that would require weekends (and not pay enough to make up the difference of losing my hotel income) I have landed a job at a travel center. You know, one of those gas stations that serve as a home away from home for truck drivers.

Truck drivers are a huge part of my life. Father, grandfather. Great grandfathers. A huge portion of the hotel’s clientele. So, yeah, this will be my job four days of the week. It won’t necessarily cut into my writing time, which I tend to do in the morning. But it will cut into my family life (my social life is pretty insubstantial). I don’t really like my family time being cut into (don’t like it at all in fact), but I can use that to my advantage.

What advantage? Well, for one, the constraints of a second job will certainly eliminate the illusion of boundless amounts of time. I believe a second job will force me to set a ridged schedule. Right now my writing schedule looks like this: WAKE UP —> EAT—> READ —> WRITE UNLESS IT’S TOO NICE OUTSIDE, THEN JUST KEEP READING OUTSIDE —> LUNCH —> SHOWER —> HANG WITH THE WIFE, etc.

As you can see, my writing schedule has recently been more like a loose suggestion than a rigorous routine. I function better as a routine guy. I used to go to a cafe and write daily. Then I became poor and my routine was gradually broken.

Now that I won’t have the luxury of five full days of unstructured time, I’ll have to treat my writing more like a job. Or a passion. Because, hell, it is my passion. I can blame my love of books, stress, the online sales position, or sunny weather on not putting my writing first, but really when it comes down to it, the reason is me. I know I need structure and scheduling. I am more productive with it than without it. That’s why I went to the coffee shop even though there were far more distractions there than at my house—the coffee shop gave me a routine.

In the end, even though I’ll be losing time doing the things I love for the cash I need, I know that this will actually make my writing output increase quite a bit. I’ll admit that I’m going to miss all the relaxation, romance, and routine I’ve built around evenings with my wife. The truth is, we don’t know if we’ll be able to emotionally handle it once the school year starts since she teaches from 7am to 3pm and I’ll be working 3pm to 11pm. She already loses me all weekend to my job at the hotel. But we do need the money, and this will help me cement a daily writing routine. Yeah, I’m being a glass half-full kind of guy. But I think working six days a week will motivate me to write better and write more so I don’t have to hold a day job. Though I’d rather hold a job and write than not need a job but be pen and paperless. If anything, I think this summer of too much free time has taught me to stick with a schedule—a rigid one, even if it’s totally artificial.


Thanks for reading, bookworms. Leave a like or comment and let me know if you have a writing routine.

All photos from Pixabay (public domain, no attribution required) unless otherwise stated.

LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE

LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE

I dashed off a quick dialogue this week and even decided to already submit it. I hope it comes off as ironic as the phrase “live, laugh, love” comes off kitschy (kitschy to the point of being meaningless).

While I am devoted to cultivating a fulfilling life, I find “live, laugh, love” to be the condensed expression of all that is opposite to what I mean by “fulfilling life.”

According to my medium series (where I’m actually keeping count during this writing challenge) this is my 26th dialogue. So this marks the halfway point in my challenge! Thanks for cheering me on, Bookworms!

Train Lit Mag

Train Lit mag

 

I’m excited to announce that my 15th dialogue, Jonathan Knudsen, has found a home in Train Lit Mag. The short story will be featured for a week on their website.


As you might have noticed, my weekly dialogue post did not show up last week. I was on vacation and didn’t manage to find time to post on Saturday. But rest assured, I did get a story done. Cut is the title of the dialogue I finished but failed to announce. I’ll be busy tomorrow morning writing the next weekly dialogue. I haven’t decided which idea of the many stories floating around my noggin I’ll work on. Possibly another one with a German title.

Let me know what you think of Jonathan Knudsen, and I’ll keep you all posted about any more dialogue publications that come along.

Skeleton with Headphones

 

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Vorchaoskampf

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What is the Chaoskampf? And what came before (vor) it?

Great questions!

The Chaoskampf is a term given to a mythological battle between a deity and a serpent or dragon. This archetypal story is found in mythologies all over the world, from Norse to Greek, from Judaism to Egyptian religion, and beyond.

My story takes place just slightly before the fight. Watch this amazing video about how leviathan fits into mythologies across the world and then go here to find which dialogues are published and free to read online. You can also keep updated via Medium.

Kaoskampf

“Destruction of Leviathan,” Gustave Doré

The Bat-Cat God and Other Self-Reproachments

The Bat-Cat God and Other Self Reproachments

Bookworms, have you ever had a regret? Have you ever regretted your constant regrets? Well, I’ve written a story for you. It’s called The Bat-Cat God and Other Self-Reproachments, and it’s a part of my dialogue series.

Read all of Randal’s available dialogues by following this link to his Medium series.

The Bat-Cat God

Wine Drunk Together Again

Wine Drunk Together Again

Yesterday my latest short story in dialogue was featured for my series. Wine Drunk Together Again is a story about old friends meeting up overseas to relive their post-highschool trip to Spain. The story is divided into three parts, each named after the wine grapes used to create the current bottle on their table.

You can read all my available dialogues in my online fiction web series, Dialogues: a Collection of Creative Conversations. If you have any troubles accessing the series, let me know.

Click here to find the series and links, or just see the publications tab.

Wine and Wine Grapes

Image source: Pixabay (free for commercial use, no attribution required). 

Insults Two by Two

Insults Two by Two

This story comes from two places: a childhood that had it’s fair share of insults slung at me and from the feelings of intense anger that have awoken in me since November 2016.

You can see the first place reflected in some of the lesser, totally repeatable insults (e.g., poopy pants). Other, more hurtful insults, may have been directed at friends or myself. Some possibly (and shamefully) may have been said by me (e.g., inbred hick).

You can see that these characters’ insults (if the insults have relation to the election) reflect a perceived entitlement to forgo politeness or political correctness some hateful homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, misogynistic, and racist individuals have displayed in their words and actions since a conman conned our nation.

These insults—from name-calling to blatant attacks on our environment and education—have made me angry. Stressed. Tribal at times.

But this story also has two characters who have something different to say than a comeback. Or maybe they say the most effective comebacks of all. I am too angry at times to feel such a non-confrontational reaction is the right reaction. After all, I’m hurt. Friends are hurt. Good people I won’t ever meet in person are hurt. And I feel dismayed and angry. And I want to do something about it. I want, in fact, to lash out.

Yet, I know that I want to stop feeling this way — angry and without control — every single time another insult comes along from this administration or its base. Instead, I want to learn to to feel a different way. Hurt, yes. I’ll always hurt, and I flee from temptations of apathy and lassitude. I want to learn to be in control, to not feel enraged. I want my reaction to be modeled on something better than the forces that are tearing at the fragile seams of our democracy. I want to find a way toward peace — if not outside myself then inside, where it must start, where it most counts.

Content Warning:
When you get a chance to see this story, just note it does use explicit and abusive language. 

When it comes out in the future, I suggest you just skip Insults Two by Two if you feel the trigger warning pertains to you.

Read featured dialogues and links to available dialogues on Randal’s Medium series.

insulting girl flipping the bird with both hands

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DigiSpouse.com Testimonial

DigiSpouse.com Testimonial

About a year ago I watched a short video about the future of dating and apps. There was a particular person (lonely, overweight, shy) who was getting very serious about a dating app. I’m not talking about Tinder, Match, or even OkCupid (this latter one is where my wife and I met). What I’m talking about is an app that is the girlfriend. An artificial intelligence girlfriend.

And that’s what inspired this story. Except I didn’t want my dater to be lonely, overweight, or shy. No. Married. Unhappy with his wife, but married.

You can enjoy the story as a Medium article or find it as the latest piece from my weekly fiction web series Dialogues: a Collection of Creative Conversations. Thanks for reading, Bookworms.

Source: DigiSpouse.com

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