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A new feature on my site will be the periodic discussion about the music I listen to. This is more than mere lip-service to musicians that I like, though there is a bit of overlap — if I didn’t enjoy their music, they wouldn’t inspire the creative impulses and strong emotional resonance that I seek
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Writing is a lonely, solitary business — hovering over a keyboard, pouring ideas from head onto paper (or electronic equivalent, more often than not), immersed deep within worlds of your own creating. Except when it isn’t. True, most of us need some quiet time alone to get writing done. But some of my best writing
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After a few dedicated and hard-won writing sessions, I put the finishing touches on the first draft of a story I’m doing for an anthology. Entitled “Damn, It’s Hard Out Here For A Brownie!”, it is a sometimes twisted tale about pride in one’s work, labor relations, and how one crazy person can fuck it
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Basilisk “He strangled them.” “All of them?” “All of them. Thirteen people strangled to death, and not one of them fought back.” I fixed O’Malley with a hard eye. He didn’t back down. “Bullshit.” “I’m telling you, I saw the tape.” “And I’m telling you bullshit. Ain’t no way a guy gets on a bus,
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This was spawned by a well-phrased and timed IM comment by a loved one. We’ve often commented on Hipsterism. She finds it funny. I recognize that it’s frequently funny, but do so while freely admitting that yes, I myself am a hipster. She asked me, “How does it feel to identify strongly with a subculture
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Just saw roughs for the cover of Cobalt City Timeslip, featuring the new, unifying background for all future Cobalt anthologies. I can barely contain my excitement. There should be a cover to show in the next week or so, with a table of contents in early August. I’ve seen three of the stories so far,
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It’s taken me a few days to really put this into words. It might be too soon even now. A very close friend of mine died on June 11th, while he was in Texas to receive medical treatment. I found out about it Thursday morning, minutes before leaving for work. While he had changed his
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It’s been far too long since my last update. Why, you may ask? In a word — busy. Now for more words. I decided some time ago that I would be moving this summer, getting out of my occasionally gloomy, frequently noisy, and always northerly apartment into something closer my main social outlets. I had
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I realize I’m a little late with this reminder, but I’ll be reading from “Frames of Reference,” my story in Close Encounters of the Urban Kind tonight. There will be several of us reading snippets from the collection, including Rosemary Jones, Erik Scott de Bie, Shannon Page, and Alma Alexander. If you’re not familiar with
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Which is pretty much just my pretentious way to say that my books have been deactivated from my original Lulu.com store. I hope to have these live again from Timid Pirate Publishing by September, but there are a lot of production hoops to jump through first. Rest assured, you’ll all be the first to know
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Tales from the Ragged Edge 