Thoughts on "The Legendary Legend of the Darkly's Slayer"

How can you not read something with a pink bear on it?

I meant to publish this a month ago, as I was recovering from pneumonia. Then I got in a car wreck (not my fault) and was recovering from that. So here we are, with the blog entry that has been sitting on the side lines for way too long.

As the stories get released, I want to do a close-up "how I did the thing" on each one of them. I don't want to say too much, because I think that if I start blabbing my mouth about every single thing I did, then all of a sudden it's not the readers' story anymore, you can't make it your own. But here we are with a recap of "Legendary Legend".

This story is weird. And I love it. At some point along the 2014 timeline, I realized that when I wrote funny stuff, people read it and enjoyed it. So I wrote "Darkly".

I was in between two weird gigs on a day where I was too far from my apartment to go home, so I walked into a Hot Topic and I picked up a Clearance Darth Vader notebook and I walked to Panera and wrote a scene with a girl and a boy. It was a very specific scene in the story that I'm not going to talk about because spoilers (and intrigue!), but this scene ended up being the crux of the whole story.

When I got home, I typed out the most ridiculous parody I could think of. I threw everything I could at it. I made all the jokes I thought would be funny. You know, all the things you laugh at and you don't think anyone else will laugh?

Somehow, other people laughed. And I'm glad they laughed!

Personally, "Legendary Legend" has taught me that sometimes the weird things we think are ridiculous, other people will like. So whatever that story is, that you think is too weird? Do the thing. Try it out. Write from your heart.

Also, and this is more of a personal vendetta, my sixth grade teacher? Here's my bird to you. Because you turned the whole class against my leg injury, and here I am seventeen years later with a beat up leg and a story about a girl with a beat up leg. And I like her. And really, isn't that why we're all writers? To tell our sixth grade teachers they were horrible people?

To read the story:
ISSUE SIX OF MOTHERSHIP ZETA (CLICK HERE)