If you’ve been to my website recently you may have noticed that I changed the theme dramatically. Along with that I’ve been cleaning up some of the pages and making this place a more useful calling card for myself.
Right now I’m working on the Fiction page. It’ll probably be done by the time you read this. In the process of checking links I discovered that a story I published long, long ago at Abyss & Apex no longer exists on the website. That’s not a huge surprise. I think the archives got pruned long ago. And none of the editors working there now were working there back then.
I dug the page out of the Wayback Machine to reclaim the story, which I remembered as being rather short. I was right. Here it be:
Why I Don’t Drink Anymore
by not-K Tempest Bradford because I had a different pen name then
I’m sitting at my favorite café drinking absinthe when this guy comes up to me.
You’re a writer, aren’t you? he says.
Yeah, I says. How did you know?
You have that Hemingway thing going on, he says. Sitting around in a café all day. Drinking absinthe. Scribbling in your little notebook.
At this point I’m starting to get offended.
This isn’t Paris, you know, he says. This is Oregon. And you’re drinking in the middle of the day. Do you know what we call you types where I come from? Drunks. Damn drunks.
Then he walks away.
Oh, did I mention that this guy was a big scary eight foot tall monster with six arms? What a loser.
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FWIW, though they overhauled their entire website a while back, in the process breaking all their links, the content still seems to be there: Why I Don’t Drink Anymore.
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