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It's a Sunday night, which usually meant sitting watching another God-awful episode of The Simpsons. But let's leave that problem at the door for now and stick with the Webzine. In due time, we can eventually discuss at length the problems with TV's longest-running animated comedy. It's been awhile, I know. If you're wondering what I've been doing since the last update, click here to stop over at my new Web site. In addition to working one-on-one with writers, I've taken a variety of contract editing jobs with various organizations and consultants who all seem to have trouble with the concept of "Their vs. There." If you think I'm plugging my editing services, you're right. But I'd also like to plug another Web site that I've been using on a frequent basis, one good for writers, editors, artists, and just about anyone else. iFreelance is a unique site that allows you to bid on services for companies and individuals, be it web page design, writing services, editing, art, etc. No, I don't get paid to plug them. Look for new fiction just in time for the new year, plus continual updates from here on out. If you're looking for something to read (and I know you are because every good writer knows how important it is to read a lot), try Pseudo-City by D. Harlan Wilson. It's smart, heavy on the philosophy and downright original. Plus, the stories are short enough that you can read them in one sitting. Speaking of great short stories, I just recently re-read Jesus' Son, by Denis Johnson. EVERY writer should read this collection of short stories at least once. They're absolutely amazing. I had a chance to catch Al Franken do a reading here in the city a week ago. He read a chapter from his new book, The Truth (With Jokes), and managed to get the entire sold-out audience choked up before lightening the mood with humor only a liberal could love. Because conservatives are such easy targets. No, seriously, Bill O'Reilly is an idiot.
So there you go. Sincerely, Kenneth Brosky
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