Thursday, April 26, 2018

Rish Outcast 107: Exchange At A Harvest Festival

This story is sort of a companion piece to "Frewish Memorial," and could be a follow-up to "Like A Good Neighbor," just way, way shorter.

Oh, I've done it again.

I made this episode available for my Patreon supporters . . . but not you.

If you wanna check it out, go to THIS LINK.

If not, go to THIS LINK.

Logo by Gino "The Carnotaurus" Moretto.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Rish Outcast 106: Journey Into Another Promo

So, I have finally published my ridiculous fantasy novella, "Journey Into Another Dimension Through A Portal Near A Truck Stop Restroom." Yeah, it's another one of THOSE stories.

In this episode, I talk about its origin, and why it's okay if you hate it.  Also, I  let down Marshal Latham yet again (in more than one way).

And speaking of let-downs, the next episode (107) is gonna be for Patreon supporters only.  I can't even remember why at this point.

Here's a LINK to Right-Click if you wanna download the episode.

Here's a LINK to the Text Version

And here's the LINK to the Audio version of my tale!

Logo by Gino "The Mad Ferret" Moretto

Sunday, April 08, 2018

Eve & Malachi Complete Series Available Over At Audible

Abigail Hilton, ever the workhorse, has finished her seven-volume "Eve & Malachi" children's book series.  Rish Outfield, ever the darkhorse, finished the narrations, and they're available on Audible, dieTunes, and wherever fine audio is sold.

Starting in "Feeding Malachi," these books are about the unlikely friendship of a rat and a boa constrictor, who have adventures and meet interesting new characters on their travels.  Abbie once told me that each book is actually about something, which boggles the mind of a fledgling author like myself.

But here's the rub: If you want to buy them separately . . . you have to wait until later for the individual releases (beyond Books 1 - 3), as she plans to release them along with the always-impressive art.

You can find it right here at this Audible link.

Once again, I don't get diddly if you buy this.  But Abbie does, and hey, somebody ought to reward her for her fine taste in narrators.

Thursday, April 05, 2018

Rish Outcast 105: Why Blank Sucks

This episode is either a PERFECT example of the show, or the WORST one I've ever recorded.  It'll need a judge's ruling to be sure.

So, driving down to a high school get-together, I talk about Star Wars, old friends, frogs, movie reviewers, Ewoks, and misleading/assuming/irritating titles for YouTube videos.

Also, Fake Ahnold tries to get Fake Sean to feel the beat (of the rhythm [of the night]).

Feel you like downloading the episode?  Well, Right-Click HERE.

Episode 107 is going to be a Patreon-Only show, so why don't you go on over to THIS LINK and support me? Just out of curiosity?

As always, thanks to Gino "The Cockatrice" Moretto for the lovely show logo.

P.S.  You know what sucks?  When the text on my blog post is all messed up.  Please let me know (either via Comments or Email) if that happens again.  "WHY Messed Up Text Sucks."

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

Babysitter of the Year

Seems like it's been a while (maybe years) since I did one of these posts.*  But this was so shameful I couldn't not post it.  Even if it makes me look like as terrible a human being as I am.

So, my sister had another baby, and he's quite fun to hang around with, except for when he isn't.  I was taping up some envelopes and he came over to me in his little rolling chair thing (nobody in the family seems to know what to call it, but it's a baby seat with wheels and a tray), and I thought it would be amusing to put a couple of strips of tape on his face and take a picture of his reaction.

Well, he didn't like it.  As soon as I stuck one on, he'd tear it off or thrash about enough that I gave up after a couple of pieces and went back to what I was doing.

A couple of minutes later, the baby started coughing, and my nephew exclaimed, "I think he's choking."  Well, I knew what it had to be.

Sure enough, he had eaten one of the pieces of tape, and we had to fish it out of his mouth with our fingers.

Obviously, I'm a terrible human being, but what makes it worse is that I never did get a good picture out of it.

Rish "Bad Uncle" Outfield

*So long that I can't recall if it was Babysitter of the "Year," "Week," or "Month."

Sunday, April 01, 2018

March in the Rearview

Happy April!

So, I wrote every single day in March, true to my ward.*  Some days I wrote a lot, some days I left it to the end of the night and barely managed, but I managed every day.  Right now, it would be too time-consuming to figure out how many words I wrote in that month, but if I had to guess, I'd say I wrote at least six.  Maybe even seven.  Not bad, eh?

I did not finish my short story ("My Friend of Misery"**), which I split into two short stories, then combined into a novelette, and now a novella.  I can't help but wonder how much more work it would take to make it into a novel, but it's more important to focus on finishing the thing than its length or quality.***

I wrote it without an outline or fixed idea of where it was going.  That might have been a mistake, since I kept writing moments, then going back to earlier in the story to write set-ups for that moment, and jumped around randomly like a Mexican bean throughout.  Not knowing the ending is creepy even now, but hopefully I'll get there soon.  Maybe we'll talk about it again when (if?) I finish, but for now, that's my update.  I still plan on writing in April . . . just better.

Rish "The Writer" Outfield

P.S. The downside of writing every day is that a lot of the time I would have dedicated to my podcast(s) went toward writing instead.  Hence the erratic release schedule of the Outcast this month.  I will try again in April, see if I can't get things out on a more regular basis.

*Dick Grayson, a fine, athletic boy.

**Which I now feel isn't an appropriate title for the thing.  But I have no alternate one in mind.  Even "A Friend of Misery" works better.

***Big did finish his, and kept on writing the next day, which is nice.