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.

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Fingers crossed, pointed shoes not dropping… Joe and his roomie have come to the point of irreconcilable differences. (Having decided that the differences are irreconcileable, Joe’s started on the admirable work of getting over it. Most impressive.) The roomie is moving out. Unless some other shoe drops and crushes the house (in a strange reversal

Neil Gaiman. A neat little essay he wrote on his new children’s book, Coraline, at Borders.

Hm… I’ve always been moody. Not as much as some, obviously; I don’t have bipolar disorder or anything. No, just moody. Nothing to whine home about. My musing of the day is that perhaps my mood swings are the reason I find Buddhism and Taoism so appealing. It’s not that I don’t want to have