Category: Writing

Five years of wandering

I got the sense they were talking about me. I was younger then–just 31, in fact–but I was no dummy. I’d already seen some of the most impressive and disturbing things most people ever...

A Halloween story

Last year at this time, I wrote a little story for Halloween titled “The spot in my yard.” It was a spooky little tale based on some real happenings around the house. This year...

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...

On failure

Richard Summers could claim scarred black lab tables and an exceedingly bad combover. This was the Summers Experience, and it was not a good one. It was easy to sit in the back of...

Reset

People ask me what I do. They don’t get it. Who is this guy who shaves when he wants, complains of working at 4am, and finds time for a walk in the park at...

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.

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...