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The Boneyard – a new Lazy Allen story

My goal has been to publish a new Lazy Allen story each month. Mea maxima culpa, I missed May. I could blame the fact that I was away on a roadtrip for a couple weeks, but the truth is I’ve had some new stories brewing in my little brain, and not one of them was fermented quite enough to publish. For the ones and twos of readers out there who have been anticipating a new story, sorry about the delay.

The new story is called The Boneyard. You can read it, and all the rest of the Lazy Allen stories on the Lazy Allen story site or on my Patreon page. I hope you like it.

I created the characters in these stories with the intention of writing a novel. At some point along the way, mired in the muck, I realized what I had on my hands was not a novel at all but a series of stories, set back in 1982. They feature Lazy Allen and Staashu Dudas, two ex-musicians working in a bottling plant, who get together and start up a polka-punk band. Some of the stories are about work-life in the factory. Others are about the band. Still others feature Lazy telling stories about his former life as a polka accordion player.

I’ve written each of these as a stand-alone story, but they seem to be emerging as kind of a serial. If you haven’t read any of these stories before, you might enjoy going back to the first of them, called The Bottle & Can, and reading them in the order they were written.

I have received very little feedback on these things, so if you read them and love them or hate them or whatever, feel free to add your comments here, on the story site or on Patreon. Don’t worry, I have thick skin.

I set up the Patreon page after deciding to publish these stories on a blog site instead of sending them around to literary publications and what-not. I like the Patreon model, in which I can make my stories are made available free for everyone, but people who love the them and want to support the Lazy Allen project can do so at a modest rate of $1 per story.

1 Comment so far

  1. Sometimes fermentation takes a while! There’s no shame in letting things ripen. I keep thinking that time at the cottage would be perfect for me to read all your stories chronologically, but of course we are then dealing with wonky internet. Oi.

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