Because. That’s Why.

Something that I have always loved about punk is the DIY culture of it; that we don’t want or need your help.  It’s tough and it’s more work, but we are free. I realized that a lot of my work stems from anger, and a lot of anything I have done, come to that.  My songs were driven by anger, at myself, at injustice.  Stupid, self indulgent idealism. I remember fighting with my first girlfriend, and I was so mad that things were hard, that nothing worked like it did in stories, that relationships were work.  It pissed me off; I...

In Which I Allow Myself a Moment of Whining and Self-Pity Before Getting Back to Work

I have been in a loop, a snake eating its own tail.  I’ve got work to do, words to write, people to help. I’ve got pending requests and approaching deadlines, and all I can do is sit here and watch internet videos of people falling down, or getting bit by geese. This is not block, which I am convinced is not real, but is a word used by someone who doesn’t understand their own story.  I’ve got stories that I understand.  They are there, all queued up, I’ve got ten days to complete a tricky bit of storytelling, a strange...

A Dusty Old Cassette

This is all a lie, or at best, a partial truth.  All of this is a caricature, a persona, a mask.  You don’t get to see me; you don’t get to know me.  You get what I share and this is it. So I have something to say and I’m not sure how to say it, or if I mean what it is that I have to say; I’m just going to pound the keys and hope for the best. I saw something written about the current political situation that said, in effect, on the bright side, think of all...

Full Reverse

I love watching fail videos.  Some fat guy slips on the ice and smashes his ice cream cone in his own face, trampoline accidents, someone getting whacked in the face at a pinata party, all comedy gold.  I eat it up; I can’t help myself.  I like this stuff partly because I feel a certain superiority to these people: What were you thinking, dumbass?  But mostly I like it because I can recognize my own failures in them.  I, too, have slipped on ice, wrecked my skateboard, fallen off a roof.  I, too, have dropped my ice cream, have tripped on...

Third Annual Last Post of the Year

So as has become tradition, I would like to take the last post of the year and review last year’s goals, and set new ones for the upcoming year. According to my last post of last year, I laid out the following goals: 1. Write a new book: DONE, though it wasn’t the four novellas idea that I thought it might be, instead it turned out to be a middle grade sci-fi adventure story because my boys kept bugging me to write something they could read. It turned out better than I could have hoped and will eventually be a...