With much anticipation, and little patience for an electronic solution, I shelled out £21.99, plus VAT (I’m not sure what the exchange rate is today, but I think makes around one-thousand dollars), for the hard-copy release of “A Hologram for… Read More ›
What’d you call me? Though usually superfluous and rhetorical in nature, I must profess that I absolutely love this question – in fiction, and in life. Why? Because most often, when asked, we already know the answer. But for some… Read More ›
I write because I know it is going to take a lifetime of writing to explain the answer. I write because there are novels with my name on them; maybe even a poem that comes from my own mind yet… Read More ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
eternal Domnation 