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March On
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Hell! It’s March and this website is still half-assed. Knee-deep in TA-ing…. Film and Writing at a local university, not so local, maybe. 1 1/2 hour commute. Still finding time to goof off, though. This week I’ve returned to an oldie but a goldie from Joe R Lansdale: The Long Dead Day. “We did have…
John Osborne at Opium Magazine’s London Lit. Death Match
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John Osborne’s story of life after death with his sister.
Days and Nights
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I’ve been busy with things. The teaching, and I have stuff to read for other people. Writing for the Nervous Breakdown and for Clarion. I have a birthday coming up which fills me with both anticipation and dread. I haven’t been writing all that hard, have let the narrative threads for the novel unravel. Am becoming aware of what I have taken on again.
There are good days and not so good days. Nights of little sleep. Dreams, like the one last night, of a great tidal wave in the distance, in the future, and its devastation—flotsam and broken toys and scraps and terror already in the past, lapping at my feet.
Today I will weave a dream. A digital bridge to take me from here to there. Murky sludge of the true-facts world far below.
Amazing facial
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I spent the first half hour in the candle-lit dark thinking, I’m going to have to go home and write about this, but then the Top Ten Classics and the steam and the rubbing and the creaminess took over and then I was just a piece of meat. But now I’m loving Brentley Frazer’s “Swimming…
And so it begins again
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The new novel. Begun today. Reading, note-taking, books ordered from Amazon. Looking for the sweet spot that tells me when to start seriously drafting. The characters are getting restless. Don’t want to lose them. Meanwhile, loving the latest story from Joe Lansdale. The usual gore with gravitas. No one does it better. And my new…
Weeks don’t get crazier than this
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Due to a confluence of circumstance, I taught every day and every night this week, either live or online. Summer ends here in a screaming frenzy of cicadas under a 40 degree Celsius sun and nights too hot and too still to mention. Lie there and hope for morning. Last night I finally fell asleep…