In a Mood

I knew you had the blade when I turned my back on youthe straight razor with the pearl handle, stolen from your grandfather’s old shaving kitI knew you were behind me, knew you were not going to let me walk out and when I felt the cold steel whisper on my throat,I knew this was the way it had to be:your breath, hot in my ear, sayingI love you. So I’m in a mood.  I am filled with anger, and when I am, this is what comes out. In the white room, there is silence, solitude  When I cut my...

REVIEW TIME!!!

One of the unexpected side effects of declaring yourself a writer is that you are then expected to know something about writing and give handy advice to novice writers as if we are not all just winging it and hoping for the best.  I have no real advice except this: finish your shit, work until it is done.  Other than that, do whatever works for you, whether it is writing in the basement of a monastery at midnight or while driving a eighteen-wheeler across country or on the back of a damn dragon as it lays siege to the Impenetrable...

A People Zoo

The trouble, I have decided, is memory.  I remember things and people, and I can’t seem to let them go.  I have written something personal, just as a way to organize my thoughts on the subject, to see if I can process events.  I had something that just needed out, understand?  I was thinking of it and thinking of it and it just wanted written, so one night I sat down and wrote it.  And that was good, I had it out, it was safely trapped on paper and that was great. I am a believer in art for therapy,...

Vacation Photos

So I took a vacation.  Packed up the wife and kids and mother in law in the family truckster and drove everybody to Wally World, represented in this case by Walt Disney World. It was suitably great, relaxing and tiring and fun and magical. I expected all that though, the walking and the lines and the rampant consumerism, the heartstopping awesomeness of seeing your kid’s faces as they see something with their child’s eyes that you could never hope to see with your cynical and jaded adult’s.  They still believe in magic; they don’t care about tired feet and diminishing...

Second Annual Last Post of the Year

So I just re-read my end of the year post for 2014, in which I laid out four modest goals for the upcoming year: 1. Find a home for Antiartists: COMPLETEThe book will be published by Pen Name Publishing Spring 2016  2. Develop a network of writers and readers: COMPLETE (ongoing)From my publisher, Dionne, my new writer buddies Scott Thompson, Lev Butts, and Mike Hansen, my Twitter pals Tim and Salome’ from Ghostwood Books, and all of you that check this thing out on a regular basis, a massive thank you is in order.  My regular readership for this blog...