Reviews: The Man Who Wasn’t There & a Nancy Kress non-fic book. We watched “The Man Who Wasn’t There” last night. Hmmm….reminds me of a couple of kids who’ve dragged out every toy in the toybox and put about a third of them back. I was waiting (we rented the DVD) for a section in […]

Happiness is… “I said, ‘Are you an Asian thumping monkey? Thump once for yes and twice for no.’ And then she thumped eleven times.”–Lee, talking about Ray.

Keep this in mind, De There are people who can write journals that are worthy of being published. Kafka, for instance. This blog, on the other hand, will never see print. Why? Because it’s my freedom. I don’t have to edit if I don’t want to. I’m starting to feel the pressure, while I’m writing

And back from the mail… “One Cool Million” has come back from Asimov’s, with a form letter. Sigh. Damn form letters anyway.

Tenterhooks, again. “Customer Service” has gone out again, this time to Clean Sheets.

Snippet: Wish Fulfillment Poof! All at once in a puff of steam or smoke there appeared a contraption much resembling a lotter ticket dispenser. “Free Tickets!!!” yowled a shiny decal stuck to the face of the thing. The machine stuck out the tongue of a ticket, so I took it. I whipped out my lucky

Blue Champagne. Whoah. I guess this explains why I can’t find a copy…I checked it out from the Iowa City Pulic Liberry three or four years ago. Haven’t been able to find a copy since.

Afternoon off. Lee gave me the afternoon off yesterday. I fed the bebe, pumped her a snack, and took off. Dropped off movies, picked up a roll of quarters…ate lunch, wrote, watched LOTR:TFOTR again. Cinemark has no scruples about playing a flick until the sountrack hiccups, the jerks. Otherwise a great day. Came home. Bebe

Where do you get your ideas? Stop! Read “Snippet: Love” first if you’re going to read this one. …which is the under-two-hundred-word flash fiction (snippet) that I submitted to the Banshee studios contest (see April 17th). The theme of the contest for flash fiction is “journeys.” I decided not to go for the obvious choices,

Snippet: Love. She doesn’t ride rides or eat cotton candy. Love alone brings her. Or else prudence. Come time to tote up the balance, she has self-sacrifice on her side. Shit. Where’s her daughter? Acts like she’s the kid’s evil stepmother, often as she runs off. And the guys. Why couldn’t they let her stay