In some respects, I’m afraid to finish, which is probably why I’m writing this instead of that.
Confession
The Writing Path to 2014
Bender pondered the wine in his hand. “A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea.” “That’s only three.” Alvis finished his wine. “You have to do disappointment twice.” I share this passage from… Read More ›
Beautiful Ruined
It’s happened before. Arrogance and fear combined to make humble pie. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I locked my eyes on the first page of a book and immediately criticized and picked apart the author’s work. I chuckled… Read More ›
Dear Red Hot Chili Peppers
Dear Red Hot Chili Peppers, Please stop stalking me. I ended things between us several years ago because you refused to get out of my head. But you’ve followed me, everywhere. It’s actually a little creepy. Every time I turn… Read More ›
Tool Cool for Drool
The other morning, I was accidental cool. I pulled onto the Bay Bridge just as the sun rose over Oakland. I sipped at my coffee and tried to enjoy the early morning sun. Within moments, the glare hit me and… Read More ›
Liebster Award? Yes Please.
The one and the only Tom Lucas put me up for the Liebster Award. First and foremost, if you aren’t following Tom Lucas or reading his book yet, get with the program and head over to http://www.readtomlucas.com. Second, and something… Read More ›
” ,” he said.
It might be somewhat ironic, but at the moment I’m finding it difficult to write about silence. I find it particularly tough to convey silence in the middle of a dialogue. Sure, a character can shift in their seat,… Read More ›
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan (A Book Review)
First, a confession. I haven’t been reading lately. Perhaps books and I are in an it’s not me it’s you type of situation. Maybe it’s because my routine has been a solid lack of one. In any case, I thought… Read More ›
Defensive Driving
A good friend of mine, way back in the day, was pulled over on his way to an early morning hockey practice. A “new car” scented tree hung from the rear view mirror in his spotless Acura. “License and registration?”… Read More ›
I See Not-So-Alive People
In pursuit of creativity, the permanence of my words often deters me from describing what I have seen. To write fiction, I believe I have two tasks: create and describe. By create, I mean allow my imagination to take me… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 