You can get my 24-hour story, "Becoming the Teapot," in PDF format. It is a story about kung-fu and a kid named Joey James.

It took me about 21 hours to write the thing. I started at eight in the morning and turned in about five in the morning the next day. I probably could have stayed up for the entire twenty-four for editing but at the time it felt like I woulda been doing CPR on a corpse. I had the energy but not the will for it. I stayed within the rules mostly, except for the one where I couldn't touch it after the 24 hours were up. But I was reading over the story last night and I couldn't resist fixing some things up. If it's any consolation for the purists, it didn't go past fixing typos and cleaning up sentences for clarity and flow. Actually I thought about not putting the story up at all, because the idea was just to write for writing's sake, and also because I was afraid it wasn't any good. But I'm way too curious about what other people think about the stuff I do to keep it to myself. I once read this interview with Neal Stephenson in which he said he would still write books even if he were trapped on a desert island. Lots of successful writers love to talk like that but it is probably a lot of bullshit; writing is communication as much as it is creation, and the positive/negative/unexpected way people respond to your work is a big part of the motivation and what makes it interesting.

Well anyway, I hope you dig it. After having some time away from it and getting the chance to re-read it, I think it is both better and worse than I initially thought, for a final self-rating of eh. And there you have it.