I haven’t been as quiet as you might have thought this week … but I have certainly been growing steadily more frustrated. On Monday, I wrote 2,500 words for “Joe” and followed that up with another 2,500 word blog entry. Where is this monster blog? Deleted into the virtual nether as all but 1,000 of [...]
Mold & Long-Moldering
It’s noisy where I live. I don’t mean where our little Cape Cod house resides in Nowhere, Virginia but rather in head. On some days, like today, it sounds like a full orchestra is falling down the stairs. Sometimes the cacophony extends for days at a time, making it virtually impossible to concentrate. During these [...]
Separation of Mind and State
The Age of Gemini(s)
So today is my lovely wife’s birthday. I won’t disclose her years but I’ll say she looks quite young (and as always can stop my breath when I stroll in to kiss her goodnight and she’s slumbering there with a leg outside the covers for temperature control, long golden tresses cupping her face before spilling [...]
“My Name Is Joe” Teaser
A Matter of Math & Ticks
So today was the original deadline set for the latest short’s second draft completion. As usual, I’m liable to miss my this current deadline but I do so this time without any form of outward guilt; there is of course always that twinge when you hoped to have something accomplished in a planned time but [...]
Redemption
Some of my readers might be surprised to note that my three favorite films are “It’s a Wonderful Life”, “A Christmas Carol (any version)” and “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”. I’ve often wondered why I chose these films to adhere to throughout my life. I’ve always enjoyed horror and the things that go bump [...]
To Begin Again …
After a long period of little inspiration I’ve finally come to realize how much I miss working with words. When you’ve found what you’ve been searching for your whole life you easily slip away from the desires you use to get by without. It seems though, after long periods of time, that desire, so casually put on a shelf, hasn’t forgotten you, though you may have forgotten about it. The hunger comes back, all teeth and regret and you realize that though you have all you ever dreamed about in one hand, the other is still empty and grasping.
