Finished fiction
I don’t like to leave things unfinished. It’s rare of me to start any project and not work tirelessly on it until it’s finished or dead. Earlier this year, I thought it would be...
Category: Writing
One night in South Carolina
It was hot in Columbia, but that was nothing new. Columbia, South Carolina was the very first piece of evidence global warming existed. Like a married man caught with a VHS copy of Hung...
Gratify me
Wow, this is one navel-gazing-look-at-me post. I apologize insomuch as I recognize it, but am still going to hit publish. This weekend, we took the boys to Chimney Rock State Park in North Carolina....
The worst time to blog
I just returned from the grocery store, where–if the royal They is correct–the worst time to go is when you’re hungry. As it happened, I was getting a bit peckish and found myself loading...
I got nothin’
Maybe it’s the odd hours, the new noises, the tweaked schedule, but I really got nothin’. At all.
Much atwitter about nothing
Twitter is the Keanu Reeves of the internet. I imagine a big budget film in 1994. It has big guns, big names, the perfect script, and Oscar written all over it. Spielberg already has...
On cocaine
A couple of years ago, a friend of mine mentioned something about how many writers snorted coke. My friend is a writer and he had a good point. Cocaine lets you work forever and...
Rapid Eye ephemera
It may be that I’m working a lot, not sleeping a lot, or becoming naturally concerned with the all-too-soon birth of the boy we call Dos. Regardless, I haven’t written yet in the month...
Rapid Eye Reality’s 2008 superlatives
Let’s just get this out of the way. I wasted 2008. Among my other thirty-something (and forty-something friends), talk of “how fast the year went” has recently become a frequent topic of discussion. For...
Now with an ascot!
Saturday night, I grabbed my iPod and set about chopping up onions and jalapenos while listening to a friend tell me stories. He told me one take about an evil Eastern European woman who...
Pardon our mess
Last summer, the family and I drove up the mountain to Caesars Head. It’s little more than an outcropping of rock in Blue Ridge Mountains that looks vaguely like a face, but it’s a...
Friday Mental Massage: The big purge
After three days of near-constant downpours, the sun has come out over G-Vegas. The sky is blue, the air is cool, and it feels exactly as a South Carolina December should. As you might...
DIY
Last summer, I got it in my head that it might be time to stop identifying myself publicly with as narrow a scope as I had been. While my life and writing has revolved...
The spot in my yard
This story is true. There is a place in my yard where the grass won’t grow. We moved to this foothill of a foothill eight years ago. We live on the downward slope of...