Thomas Sullivan: BREAST-FED BRAINS vs. NOITANIGAMI

Think back.  Way back.  Lying-in-your-bassinet back.  What kind of formula were you raised on?  No-no…I don’t mean breast milk/formula.  I mean how was your life orchestrated?  Dr. Spock baby?  Schedules/organization/chaos/mommy-was-on-Valium?  Meat and potatoes lifestyle?  (Dunno…I’ve repressed all that)?  The answer is very important to your imagination and creativity.  No question, creativity can either be given [...]

A Room With a View

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last month, I went hiking off into the desert and completely forgot what day it was. By the time I realized I’d missed my April Storyteller’s post, I was a good fifty feet into the black depths of a dusty mine and at least thirty or more miles from the spot where the last lone [...]

Thomas Sullivan: AMERICAN “IDLE” or HOW I MET RANDY, JENNIFER AND STEVEN AT A MOTEL 6

Well, actually the Motel 6 was a Best Western War Bonnet Inn, but that makes the title of this essay too long.  In any case, that’s where I was the night a pet theory of mine was severely wounded if not shot through the heart.  See, it was my belief that listening to radio as [...]

Reviews and Such

Last month I did something I usually  try to avoid – look for reviews online.  It’s one of those “be careful what you wish for” exercises I regret more often than I find satisfying.  I did find a nice quote from a review of a story published in a U.K anthology, Blind Swimmer:

There are writers [...]

Thomas Sullivan: SORTING OUT GERONIMO IN EAST MUNGLEOPOLIS

Wazzup, World?  Goin’ for the jugular here.  This month’s column is gonna lay out the case for:  What You Should Spend Your Hard-Earned Moolah and Precious Time Reading.  Too glib?  Okay…rephrase. This month’s column is:  A Discussion of the Best and Worst Genres.  Too blunt?  No problem…upgrade to:  A Polemic on the “A Priori” Attributes [...]

Prepare to be boarded

I’m not sure I’ve ever been this busy before. At least as far as writing is concerned. I have a major deadline coming up in about 6 weeks and I’ve got the nose to the grindstone, working every waking hour, to get this book done on schedule. It’s fun, but it’s hard. There are distractions. [...]

Thomas Sullivan: OF SILVER SOULS AND CAROUSELS

Like some infamous interrogation room, the designation “Q&A” is starting to take on the ring of doom for me.  I know I’ve been weaseling away from my prior commitment to use that format, but please do not doubt that I am exceedingly grateful for your questions and your interest.  No one could have more sensitive [...]

Thomas Sullivan: SEGAMI RORRIM

If something has to be kept secret, it must be true.  Secrets are self-proving.  Lies are loud and wear red hats, e.g. Santa Claus.  Okay, I’m being a tad glib here.  I do not mean that only secrets are true or that all red hats – i.e. loud proclamations — are lies (your red hat [...]

Thomas Sullivan: ANGELS IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR

There have been moments — bound in some way to a place or a period of time — that have taken my compassion to another level and made me a more complete writer. Such a time and place was a bitterly cold Christmas when I was living in an old men’s hotel filled with human [...]

When The Deadtime Comes

Yes, we’re all busy. All the time, it seems. There are bills to pay, responsibilities to meet, places we have to be and things we must do.

“Modern” life and its freedoms have their pressures. Choices come with consequences. The consequences, frankly, are not as dire as those that come [...]