Cat-Bird Stole My Afternoon, And I Don't Care

I have just devoured Dog-Man And Cat-Bird.  I was supposed to be grocery shopping, and I don't care.  I was supposed to be baking buns, and I don't care.  Hell, I was supposed to be doing my own writing, but again, I don't care.  Because for the past 14,000 words, all I've cared about was Cat-Bird.  All I wanted to know was how and what now and oh god, why can't you see what's really going on here?  Yes, ok, I yell at characters in the hopes they'll figure it all out before it's too late.  I do it to the TV.  I do it to my characters too.  It's only because, even for a little while, I really care about them.  And like I said, I cared.

And now for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about here, I'm talking about the first story in Chuck Wendig's new short story collection Irregular Creatures.  Now that you know about it, go buy it.  If you already knew about it but haven't bought it yet, what's stopping you?  No Kindle?  Amazon doesn't like your method of payment?  Do what I did, contact the Man Himself through his website, send him the monies through PayPal and he'll send you a PDF.  Nothing easier.  And I'm not just saying this because he has those incriminating photographs of me...

Ok, I'm done.  For now.  Chances are I'll report back as I read the rest of the stories though, which I am very much looking forward to doing.  Until then, happy reading and writing, folks.