Nathan Tyree: Flesh and Blood

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My short story, "Flight of a Bee" is in the new issue of Flesh and Blood, which should be hitting news stands soon.

You can check out the creepy cover Here.

Mood: terrified
Browsing: a different thing

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Nathan Tyree: Book signing blues

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So I had been talking to the manager of the local Hastings bookstore about a signing. Stanna (that's the manager in question) had suggested that I get back in touch with her after the first of the month. Then she vanished.

I would call at various times of day only to find that she was never in and no one knew when to expect her. Yesterday I called again and was told that she no longer worked there.

I dropped by the store in the evening and met Kevin, the temporary manager. After talking for five minutes he ordered thirty copies of Mr. Overby is Falling.

I am supposed to drop in on Thursday to sign some papers and finalize the date for the signing. Yay!

Mood: Happy
Music: Henry Rollins
Browsing: this stuff here

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Nathan Tyree: Hell

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My lovely young wife, Sarah, gets paid to take photos of weddings and such. It's a pretty cushy gig most of the time. Saturday she was doinga wedding in Chanute. She'd never been there and wanted me to ride along on the off chance that she should go astray on the road and be unable to find her way.

We arrived. She went off to work, and i looked for a nice spot to wait. The churchyard had but one tree, and it was muddy around it. There was a startling lack of benches or comfy spots of any sort. The church itself was this big tin monstrosity, and I realized that I would have to wait in the car.

So I kicked back with my supplies. I'd brought a book (High Fidelity by Nick Hornby) and a flask (filled with Jack Daniels) as well as some crackers and a pack of smokes.

I relaxed and read. Then, to my horror, I finished my book and found myself with nothing to do. I reclined my seat and closed my eyes thinking that the warmth spreading in my stomach from the whiskey could lend itself to sleep.

As I lie there I heard the following sentence:

"We're gonna need some more a' that KY jelly shit 'fore we can get on ta duck taping these panties somewheres."

Don't open your eyes, I thought. Don't look. Don't think about it. Pretend it isn't real.

Mood: paranoid and oddly hungry for fried clams
Music: Buck Owens
Browsing: This

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Nathan Tyree: 16 miles

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I rode sixteen miles on my bike! From Scammon to Pittsburg. This is by far the farthest I've ever ridden, and I'm quite proud of myself for making it. I have to admit that I would never have made it had it not been for Terry. I knew that if I turned back I'd never hear the end of it.

My bike, by the way, is a lovely GT Backwoods. I love that bike!

Mood: elated, and sore
Browsing: Oh come on.

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Nathan Tyree: Jestmeister sucks

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Try my movie quote game:

I must've killed more men than Cecille B. Demille

Mood: arrogant

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