August 2002

Note: The thing about the priests doesn’t have to be real.

On the subject of snippits. I’m going to try to write more snippets again and stop worrying about the limitations I have when submitting them. Screw it. I was having too much fun with them to sell my soul over it. Unfortunately, I’ve been sitting here for the last half-hour with a dozen ideas in

Recent Events. We’re moving. Doyce was in town, and graciously helped us move books. Booooks. Booooooks. The shelves we have are already full, and God help me, I think there’s a used book store across the street. The house is big, an interesting backyard (terraced, begging for sod but going to get something more…interesting), needs

Doyce. Doyce posts at his website today that it’s time to start submitting his writing. All sorts of cliches apply. Putting your money where your mouth is. Separating the men from the boys. That thing about the eagles and the turkeys. Bake at 375 degrees fahrenheit for 10-12 minutes, or until golden brown. Here’s to

Gone, gone, gone. My brothers went back to South Dakota on Sunday. We went to the Will Rogers Shrine to the Sun while they were here. Interesting. Very veritical. Very much way up the mountain. The shrine is fronted by a pair of white marble Chinese temple dogs, each about four feet high, on granite

WTF? I just figured out something today. The old apartment complex manager was fired recently for embezzling, right? Well, yesterday the new apartment manager (who goes by the nom de guerre “Bunny”) dropped off a friendly little packet of papers, one from a single stack of papers that she carried and left at every single

Published! Word came in today that I’m going to be published in the September issue of Toasted Cheese. I will, of course, remind y’all on THE DAY. The story is the flash fiction piece, “Games.” The other good news is that my brothers are in town. Ray took one look at the older (and now,

Ramble of the day. I’ve been thinking about quests lately. I haven’t read enough of Joseph Campbell’s stuff, so let me know if I’m reinventing the wheel here. Two traits of a quest: motive for quest and object of quest, i.e., “to save the world” and “magic sword.” I’m trying to work out some realistic,

Brotherhood. My brothers are driving out from South Dakota to come visit us. Upon hearing that we were moving, the older of the two said, “Great. This is just a plot to get us to help them move.” When I told my mother, her reaction was, “Do you need stuff? The guys are driving out

Containament Ever have that feeling when you can’t write…ah, yes, writer’s block. I feel blocked. I wish I knew what was back in here, building up. There’s something. Like a sneeze. I’m starting to get twitchy.