Good friends and readers, Issue #10 of Space Squid is now available for free download. Within the fine pages of what they’re calling “The Bizarro Issue,” you’ll find my humble flash piece “Morning Espresso at the Church of Me.” With all the new specialty coffee on the market–cafe latte mochachino what?–it’s only a matter of
I watch a lot of horror movies. Smoosh that together with my hatred for long-winded reviews that explain the plot for five paragraphs before getting to the meat and potatoes of the review. What do you have? The bite-sized horror movie review, wherein I spend no more than a paragraph telling you if a movie
I’m happy to announce that my story “Fixing a Hole” is officially available to read in the brand spankin’ new issue of A capella Zoo. I’ve had my grubby little hands on the contributor copies of this issue for over a week now, but I somehow managed to keep from leaking the cover (and what
Can’t you just picture a movie where the main character gazes at the far-off horizon–watching the gathering clouds–and mutters, “There’s a storm coming”? And then you, the viewer, roll your eyes. Maybe you even shift in your seat and sigh. Because, oh boy, he means it both literally *and* figuratively, and wow, what deep meaning!
Come August, the crickets and cicadas weave a blanket of sweet chirrups over every day. To me, it’s a song of coming harvest, autumn, and eventually winter death. To them, they’re just trying to get laid. And who could blame them? In a few short weeks they have to mature and propagate the species. Never
“I Breathe Black and Bleed Orange” It’s not autumn yet. Only for me, it is. For me, even the slight cooling of the air is enough to evoke a fall feeling. I go back to work, back to teaching, on August 22nd. What this means is I have to start getting ready now. I have
Hey, Katey. Come here for a second. Yeah, over here in the corner where no one else can listen in. No offense or anything, but you’re not doing nearly enough pimping of your new novel. I know, I know. It feels weird to post and tweet too much about it. You don’t want to come
Many of you who frequent my site know that I’ve added yet another hobby to my list of growing obsessions: Home Brewing. As autumn draws closer, my interests tend to all collide as I determine the best way to inject Halloween and fall into every last minute of my day. Lucky for me, homebrew was
It has occurred to me the that some of you may not remember who I am. Back when I was a nOOb writer with hardly anything published (actually, now that I think of it, not so different from now) I used a screen name instead of my real name. I don’t know why exactly. Maybe
My normally unruly beard has become downright mutinous in the wake of my summer vacation from teaching. He has gained significant traction in the southern territories and threatens to overtake the border from chin to neck. It won’t be long before Beard and Chest Hair form an alliance. Precautions have been taken. I’ve sent in
