What was originally planned to be a lengthy, appetizing, and ultimately fulfilling gastronomic feast, today's Sunday Brunch has been reduced to a quick, burger to go. Why you ask?

Because I have been wrestling with my crazy dog, a tube of KY, and a damn little pill for an hour, only to realize moments ago that the pain medication in the form of a suppository, with which I have been attempting to digitally sodomize the insane canine with, is in fact, the muscle relaxant. The suppository, it seems, was what she ate with her food an hour ago.

Without getting into too much detail, one would think the relative size of each individual mode of therapy would speak for itself. Apparently not, since oral medication is the size of a war head, and the place with lubricated finger tablet is about the size of a single skin cell.

Moving on. You may wonder why the medication in the first place? Singher it seems, not content to tear around the courtyard, climbing trees, chasing rabbits and swan diving into fountains, had to find the one and only gopher hole in the lawn, and run right through it, seemingly leaving her right front paw in it. Or so you would have thought with the inevitable crying that ensued after she managed to sprain said front paw.

Two days later, I am relieved to say it is a minor sprain and she will be out of her tensor bandage (eye roll) in a few short weeks. Thankfully for both of us, she will be off the pain meds tomorrow.

I guess there is really no way to segue from doggy anal pills to the online collaborative venture I am going to introduce. Oh well. No offense Tate! That was my none too obvious attempt at making light of the blogger who is in fact my co author for this venture, Tater, of the blog of the same name.

He, it would seem, is as crazy and masochistic as I, and has wilfully agreed to write a once weekly fiction series to be posted to our individual blogs via a rotating schedule. We have been hard at work on the project for a few weeks now, and are both very pleased with the results, as well as the potential.

A bit of background information on this, it was an idea that evolved casually out of my very purposeful planning on how best to maintain my writing schedule when my MFA finishes up in two short weeks. What began as an idea to make myself write daily (a deadline serial piece) morphed into a genre busting on line experiment with a good friend. And frankly, someone whose writing is of such high caliber that I am constantly challenged and motivated to create some serious, quality work.

Still hammering out some of the finer points, we will launch the new project early next week. Obviously more to come on this in the next few weeks, so stay tuned. For Tate's take on this project, here's the entry he penned last evening.