. . . is me, as it turns out. Film Editor Todd Vandemark read my Avatar review and asked me if I’d be interested in the gig.
Well, yes, actually. So now you can read my expanded review of Avatar here. And while you’re at it, check out the rest of what Fantasy has to offer.
Me, a genuine film critic. Dude. This is so going to rock.
Still reading. One more novel excerpt to go, plus one other critique I’d promised.
After that, I’m diving into a rewrite of my WotF 24-hour story, "The Hills"–and a good thing, too. I’m starting to get a bit twitchy here. Hey, brother, know where I can score 1K words? Seriously. I’m jonesin’ bad.
No updates for Write Club.
Off to the next street corner . . .
As the snow piles up outside, allow me to share with you a drabble (that is, a story of exactly 100 words) I composed a couple of years back, with my compliments.
Sulkily, Sharon tore off the wrapping, opened the box. She frowned. "What is it?"
"The perfect gift for the moody teenager–what you’ve always wanted."
"Looks like a lump of clay." She rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks."
"Dad ordered it special," Mom said. "When you touch it, it becomes whatever you want most. Try."
Sharon snorted, but humored them. She put both hands on the clay. It metamorphosed into a monstrous vulture that slashed open both her parents and ate their hearts before they could squawk.
"Huh," Sharon said. "Guess it works."
A veritable font of holiday cheer, that’s me. All best to you and yours, and a happy 2010, too.
Welcome to Matthew S. Rotundo's home page. Matt is an award-winning writer of science fiction, fantasy, and horror. Read more about him here.
