WRITING ASSIGNMENT #27

For today, write a short newspaper obituary for a musician, aged 27 years, recently found dead in a hotel room.

Morbid, yes.... but there might be room in there for pathos, bathos and historical/cultural analysis.

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WRITING ASSIGNMENT #26

For today, briefly interview a public/historical/famous person with whom you share a hometown or birthplace.

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WRITING ASSIGNMENT #25 (SILVER EDITION!)

Wow.

This is our 25th Writing Assignment! Can y'all believe it?! Neither can we! Yet, over the course of 24 previous assignments, we've received exactly one response. Timothy Charles Baker, you are an example for everyone.

Step up your game, people. This shit (most of the time) isn't really that hard.

Okay. For today, imagine yourself as mentally disturbed and struggling through painful cognitive-behavioral therapy. You believe that you've been married to former pop singer Debbie Gibson or roots rocker John Cougar Mellencamp (depending on your orientation) for 25 years.

As part of your therapy, your doctors instruct you, on this day, your 25th anniversary with Debbie or John, to write her or him a letter declaring that it needs to end in order for you to regain your sanity.

Be delicate. You're dissolving a quarter decade of bliss.

Send it to loganliterary@gmail.com

WRITING ASSIGNMENT #24

For today, imagine yourself as the newly appointed editor of a journal dedicated to the world of backyard wrestling.

Create a name for your journal. Then, write your mission statement (50 words) along with an Editor's Introduction.

Avoid irony.

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WRITING ASSIGNMENT #23

For today, imagine a society of European academics known by the acronym J.I.M.M.Y.B.R.E.A.K.F.A.S.T. Create a plausible full name for the group using those initials as a guide.

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WRITING ASSIGNMENT #22

For today, send us a writing assignment of your own design. We will respond to all so long as your prompts can be completed in a reasonable span of time.

Bring it.

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Timothy Charles Baker - THE 'HOT BLOODED' APPEAL OF GLENN BECK

A monumental occasion in the life of the LSLR:

After 21 tries, we've managed to snare our first response to a writing assignment. Let this be an inspiration to every one of you. These assignments are not just editorial wankery.

In response to WRITING ASSIGNMENT #20:

The 'Hot Blooded' Appeal of Glenn Beck
(based on the Foreigner song, "Hot Blooded.")

by Timothy Charles Baker

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
My name is Chip Beck and I’m a neo-Nazi
Come on Barack, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Barack you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the mid-term’s votes are no

Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you hatin' like you never knew

That's why, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
My name is Chip Beck and I’m a neo-Nazi
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded

If it feels alright, maybe you can debate with me all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But you've got to give me a sign, come on boy, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot Barack? you sure look that way to me

Are you man enough? will you be ready when I call your bluff?
Is my timing right? did you save your hate for me tonight?

Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Feel the hatred burning inside of me
Come on Barack, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded, I'm hot

Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
My name is Chip Beck and I’m a neo-Nazi
Come on Barack, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

Hot blooded, every night
Hot blooded, you're looking so white
Hot blooded, now you're driving me wild
Hot blooded, I'm so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, I'm a little bit high
Hot blooded, you're a little bit fly
Hot blooded, you're making me sing
Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing