Thomas Sullivan: A BULLET IN THE BRAIN, A KICK IN THE TEETH, AND OTHER ORGASMS

Used to be that my muse had to put a bullet in my brain to get my attention.  Now I can hear the gun cock.  Hell, sometimes I hear the barrel clearing leather.  All by way of saying that recognizing where stories come from is an acquired skill.

Yes, you can take the shortcut just by [...]

Thomas Sullivan: WOULD YOU WRITE A BOOK FOR ME? or WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW ABOUT SEX, LOVE AND TERROR?

Yoo hoo!  Attention everyone who has been broomed out of a job by Donald Trump.  And you uncounted millions over and above the counted millions who all are out of work — gotta minute?  Also to the rejected, the downtrodden, day dreamers, spurned lovers, adventurers, searchers, fantasizers, philosophers, natural-born psychologists, sob sister, questers, trapped housewives, [...]

Thomas Sullivan: KIDNAPPED BY MAGIC, WRITING LIQUID GOLD, AND HOW I ESCAPED THE OLYMPICS

It’s happening again.  I am suffering from postpartum depression in the wake of an Olympics.  Call this one Vancouver games detox or 50K skinny ski hangover.  It is very similar to what I feel after penning the last word to a novel (been there, done that, as they like to say on Death Row).  In [...]

Thomas Sullivan: KIDNAPPED BY MAGIC, WRITING LIQUID GOLD, AND HOW I ESCAPED THE OLYMPICS

It’s happening again.  I am suffering from postpartum depression in the wake of an Olympics.  Call this one Vancouver games detox or 50K skinny ski hangover.  It is very similar to what I feel after penning the last word to a novel (been there, done that, as they like to say on Death Row).  In [...]