Category archives: Reading
6 Writing Books On My Big-Ass Desk
I just moved into a new apartment, and the previous tenant must hate moving as much as I do–because he left behind a 75′”x 37.5″ solid wood table. I guess it was intended to be a food-supporter, but it’s… continue reading »
Be Careful What You Write In The Morning
Try something. As long as you have healthy arms and shoulders I promise it’s not dangerous: Stand dead-center in the nearest single doorway with your arms at your sides, and then press them out against the sides of the… continue reading »
It Is What It Isn’t
“The Shining is not really about the murders at the Overlook Hotel. It is about the murder of a race – the race of Native Americans – and the consequences of that murder.” -Bill Blakemore, writing in The San Francisco Chronicle “There… continue reading »
Remembering Ray Bradbury
“June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and… continue reading »
O Captain
“I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, … continue reading »
Boobies
So nobody got the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction this year. Buzzkill! Look at the maidens’ dejected faces, as they realize the bride just doesn’t feel like tossing the bouquet. We who enjoy the spectator sport of publishing have been denied one… continue reading »