Noble Pen Meeting
March 17th, 2011
Scott’s Family Restaurant
1906 Blairs Ferry Rd NE, Cedar Rapids
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Asgoths of Crea. During a recitation by their poetmaster Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning” four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the mid-galactic Arts Knobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
–Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Sometimes writing is like pounding a brick wall with a ball-peen hammer in hopes the barricade will evolve into a revolving door.
— Chuck Klosterman
Tyree has gotten is 141st story accepted. It will appear in Potter’s Field–the magazine, not the housing development.
Kris finished the illustration for her story, and she was offered a sale for another illustration.
John sent out work to beta readers. Sadly, he won’t be joining us anymore.
Ciuin has been asked to write another declaration and a speech. Her first declaration will be published in the EU within the next month. Despite all her fame, she still hangs out with us.
Dylan got paid for his commission. He was paid in chocolate coins.
I sent stuff off to beta readers. So far, there have been no attempts on my life.
Nathan Bransford blogs about why ebooks can cost more than hardcovers. Personally, I just think publishers are bad at math.
From The Onion Why Haven’t We Finished Our Novel?
Keep Writing, Penites.