I’ve just become a better writer. I didn’t attend a writing conference, finish a book of prompts, or get a piece published. In fact, strictly speaking, I didn’t do anything. Life happened. As a result of this particular occasion, words,… Read More ›
So I got to thinking: How much would I pay for a hard-drive that contained every single image captured by my own eyes? What would my autobiography, uncensored and limited only by the ability of my photoreceptors to convert light… Read More ›
I’d say with a good deal of confidence that regret is generally a bad thing: as a verb, it’s to feel sorry or disappointed about something and, as a noun, it’s a sadness associated with that something (for the various… Read More ›
Where’s Jason Segal?
It had to be there, tucked behind one of brass taps or hidden between the man-bags that hung from the long bar. I scanned the room and paused at the dark corner above the tv, it’d be a perfect spot… Read More ›
At times, I write out of guilt. That has to be a bad thing, right? It’s a wasted emotion, an attachment to judgment, something endured by lapsed Catholics. Guilt is nothing but a filthy animal. Truth is, I don’t really… Read More ›
She giggled under the weight of the comforter. It was a nice reminder that we’d be okay. We’d learn to accept the changes we couldn’t control, cope with the losses our family endured, and celebrate the gains that would make us… 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 ›
The Field Across the Street
We simply called it the field. It was the vacant plot across from our house, just off Alta Mira. We’d say, Hey we’re going to the field. She’d tell us, Watch for cars. In the field, our curiosity fueled imaginations… 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 ›
The Return Point
I’d have to say that our move back to San Francisco has always been in the back of my mind. But when we first moved to the UK, it just seemed so far away. Two years is a long time, even in… Read More ›