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I don’t know if everyone does it at a certain age in their lives, but sometime way back in the mists of time, when I was too young to know anything about the meaning of the word “impossible”, I wrote down a list of things I wanted to accopmplish in my lifetime. It’s long since gone, [...] I hope this works tonight, I tried it earlier, but that’s the way the mop flops, baby. There’s no way of getting around trying to compose anything of true worth right now. Because I’m waiting for my unemployment funds to start back up, I couldn’t afford my meds for eighteen days. For the last [...] I wrote and scrapped two essays for today’s post. One was a recollection of a humorous holiday incident from my misspent youth, a long day’s sleigh ride into night playing Santa Claus on the disgruntled streets of South Philadelphia in halcyon days of 1985. But there’s more to it than just being chased around my Dad’s [...] A little light-hearted post-Christmas gift idea. Many years ago, Adam-Troy Castro put together what he called the world’s smallest shared word horror anthology. He called it “Crazy Akbar’s House Of Pain” and allowed us each around a dozen lines for our contributions. His “About the authors” segment read simply “They’re weird.” You were one of [...] So I spent several hours today in a delivery room. I was not, myself, having a baby. At the age of 38, with no romantic prospects in sight, I have high hopes that I have dodged this whole business of babymaking for this lifetime. It’s never appealed to me, and I’m finally old enough that random [...] I’ve been practicing my starts. And I’m not talking about the opening paragraphs. I mean, the actual act of sitting down and starting. There’s a reason why people say that half the battle is showing up. People who want to write can be divided into two groups: those who actually do it, and everybody else. I [...] I’m not a 13-year-old boy from Western Maine, but I pretended to be one on the internet. That sounds a lot worse than it really is. It wasn’t an undercover sting to flush out predators. It was part of an alternate reality game (ARG) run by Scribner to promote Under the [...] |
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