A bit of a mouthful, I’ll admit, but I still find the name charming (it is my baby, after all). I’m very excited about this story. It’s gone through several incarnations before I sent it to Chaotic Merge Magazine. To my delight, they enjoyed it, and here it is, my baby in a magazine. It’s Issue 2, and they even have the option to choose between a print version and a digital one!
I’ve linked Chaotic Merge above, so anyone who wants to get a copy and read the world’s zaniest account of an assortment of ravenous beings and their quest to find the one food by which they might be able to make meaning out of life.
This story was actually born almost ten years ago during a history class. I’d seen a show about the yeti, and for some reason I was led (while in the shower, where all great Thinking happens) to link the Yeti and George Washington to Godzilla, aliens, and burritos. I mean, I can kind of see the leap from the yeti to Godzilla, but I’m not really sure where aliens and burritos came from.
The strangest part, I’ve never had a burrito in my life.
In fact, I hated spicy food (hence most Mexican foods) until college. Even now, I’ll eat tacos, but only with a hard shell and without the weirdly-spiced meat. I like fish in my tacos, though. I think my mother wonders occasionally if I am an alien (maybe because of the fish tacos, maybe not).
So, I’ll invite you all to take a look at Chaotic Merge and hopefully at “The Little Known Story of George Washington, Godzilla, the Yeti, Purple Polka-Dotted Aliens, and the Quest for the Perfect Burrito.” If afterward, you think I’m either an alien or just out of my mind, that’s okay.
Because I might be! 🙂