I Skipped Monday Because I Went To Chicago And I Just Couldn’t, Like, Even

This weekend I went to Chicago.

I tried to plan ahead and get some writing done for the blog so that I could continue to post things. It didn’t work because I’m a complete and total lazy ass. I posted last Friday’s short fiction story as-is anyway, just because.

I thought for this coming Friday’s fiction post, I’d just sort of completely fucking redo last Friday’s story. I’ll let you know how the rewrite goes. Well, you’ll see how it goes, I guess. I was going to tell you all of this blog-housekeeping stuff on Monday’s blog post, but I decided to skip Monday because I just couldn’t, like, even.

I went to my part-time job Monday morning on 3 hours of sleep since Sunday morning and was a completely dysfunctional asshole. Today was better. (Tuesday, but it’ll be Wednesday when you read this, I think. I don’t even know anymore.)

Here are some pictures I took while I was in Chicago.

About the only useful thing I managed to do while I was in Chicago was take some pictures. Since I owe you guys a post, I figured I’d throw some of them up here.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on Technically this wasn’t after my first train ride, because my friend and I got on the wrong train first and then came back to here while we waited on another one. It was my first picture in Chicago, though.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on This was the other side. You know what? Maybe the other picture was after this one. It doesn’t matter. I think it’s Downtown Chicago. I didn’t look it up because I’m terrible with directions and maps.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on When my friend and I needed breakfast, we walked around for about 20 minutes in the cold Downtown and found this place. We couldn’t figure out the name of i. It wasn’t on anything inside the building. We forgot to look at the building when we were back outside. I tagged it at some point over the weekend, but it’s only an educated guess. I should really pay more attention to my surroundings.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on Here’s the Small Presses section of a local bookstore in Chicago. I can’t remember the name of it, because like I said, I should really pay more attention.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on Here’s a picture of me, of course. The Allerton was the hotel I stayed at in Chicago.

A post shared by Eric Howard (@ericshayhoward) on Here’s the last picture I took in Chicago. It’s at the same train station as the first picture, in the same place, looking out at the same street. I had fun. Chicago is a beautiful city. I might move there. I’m going to do some more traveling, apply for MFA programs, write, meet people, and see where I end up.

So there’s all the stuff I was doing instead of editing the fiction post for last Friday.

I’m going to give it a rewrite this week. Maybe it’ll be cool. Maybe not. See you all Friday with the new draft of the short story.

And, I’m sorry for not posting on Monday. I made a commitment to try and stay consistent with this blog and fucked up not even a few weeks into my goal.

Here’s last Friday’s short fiction story, “The Greatest”, which I hate the title of, by the way, and hope to gawsh I can find something better for it before the rewrite.

Here’s the Friday before last’s story that’s actually kinda good.

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A Bad Tweet About My Writing Process

This week, I’m preparing for a trip and reading A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman.

I’m supposed to be making sure I can find warm clothes for the trip, but instead I’m reading Fredrik Backman’s novel, A Man Called Ove. This is one of the novels I’m making myself read this year. There are also a few more. I’m also very much aware that it’s nearly the end of the year. I read so many novels my final semester at the University of Louisville that I had to take a break from reading novels all summer and fall. I won’t get done reading this novel before next year, so we might as well go ahead and say it’s the first novel I’m reading for 2018. It doesn’t matter. I have to plan a trip.


My trip is Friday. Well, it’s Friday at 6am. That means I have to basically be ready Thursday night. So from Thursday through Sunday I will be on a trip. That’s what I’m trying to say. My trip is for business. Well, personal. Well, I’m making it business. Okay, more personal I guess. You know what, it’s both. It doesn’t matter. I’m going somewhere to do things.

I have other goals, too. I tweeted them.


I sort of regret tweeting this. I don’t like talking about my “process”. First of all, it assumes anyone is even asking. Also, while the tweet is basically true, I don’t like the illusion that I’m consistent with my writing process. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING about my writing process is ever consistent. I also regret the typo in the word “weeks”. So, by the power vested in me by my English degree from the University of Louisville, I hereby declare this tweet a bad tweet. I’m not deleting it though, because nothing matters anymore, anyway.

Back to Backman and coats. And writing, of course.

I’ll see you all Friday when I post this week’s short fiction. You can see an early draft if you support me on my Patreon page.

Here’s last Friday’s short fiction story, “The Arrangements of Bird Men”.

fredrik backmans a man called ove novel and a coffee cup

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I Visited The Stonewall Inn! (And other places!)

This is my first time in New York. I’m a gay man. It’s pride weekend. When else is it socially acceptable to visit a historic place and get drunk? Probably never, right? I’m all for it!

It was kind of small, but if you consider the history of the place, of course it is. The Stonewall Riots of 69 are widely considered to be the beginning of the Gay Rights Movement. In 1969 I’m sure it wasn’t nearly as crowded. Maybe it’s not nearly as crowded normally anyway. Again, it was also pride weekend.

(Update: after more research, I’ve discovered that it was bigger in 1969.)


So, even though my boyfriend yelled at me when someone bumped into me and I spilled my filled-to-the-rim alcoholic beverage on his shoe that someone peed on, I had a good time at the Stonewall Inn. I don’t dance much; I never have. I bopped my head and moved my arms a bit last night, which was way more than I’ll usually ever do in a clubby-type place. Two drinks is usually my limit, so after three rum and cokes I spent the next hour mesmerized by all of the glowing rainbow headbands everyone was wearing. I got felt up more than I’ve ever been felt up before, but only because I was in the way and there was hardly any space to move around in between everyone.

I’m glad I convinced my boyfriend to go. I couldn’t believe as many times as he’s been to New York, he had never been. He showed me a great time in New York. Besides the Stonewall Inn, we went to many other awesome places.

I also went to the Empire State Building. It was a beautiful view. We caught a show, Avenue Q at New World Stages. It was one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in a while. I got a copy of the script, which I always do because I’m a theatre nerd like that. The next day we even took a stroll through Central Park. We were going to check out Time Square, but my boyfriend’s feet were turning to mush or something, and we caught an early train back to DC.





I’m in DC for one more day, then I go back to Louisville tomorrow morning. There were a few more surprises that I didn’t share, like what happened when I decided to sit in the front row at the DC Improv to see a Bobby Slayton show the night I flew in, and who I saw float by during the pride parade in New York on Sunday, (hint, it was the Orange Is The New Black float), but I can’t really figure out how to work them into this blog post. Besides, I guess you kind of had to be there anyway.