A quick post today to point you in the the direction of my guest post on Benjamin Kane Ethridge’s blog. If his name sounds familiar, it’s because I reviewed his first novel–which is now a Stoker winning novel–last year. In other words, if you haven’t read it…you know. So head on over to read my
Did I mention I love October? We’re two days in now, and I’m already dreading the speed with which time will pass me by. The leaves outside my window are still too green, but the chilled air is all autumn. Horror movies and pumpkin-flavored treats are all I can think about. Last October, something incredibly
I woke up this morning, and my mind sang. My body vibrated. I didn’t remember what glorious day it was, but I knew nonetheless. The air smells different: the sweet decay of leaves and chilled earth. My heart has swollen like a ripe pumpkin, and I am more than ready to inhale deeply of October.
Sometimes I think the thing to do is open a cookie store. I don’t have any formal business or culinary training, but somehow I don’t think it matters. It’d be like a doughnut shop, only with cookies. I’d have a dozen different kinds that are made each day, with a few seasonal ones that change.
Good friends and readers, Issue #10 of Space Squid is now available for free download. Within the fine pages of what they’re calling “The Bizarro Issue,” you’ll find my humble flash piece “Morning Espresso at the Church of Me.” With all the new specialty coffee on the market–cafe latte mochachino what?–it’s only a matter of
I watch a lot of horror movies. Smoosh that together with my hatred for long-winded reviews that explain the plot for five paragraphs before getting to the meat and potatoes of the review. What do you have? The bite-sized horror movie review, wherein I spend no more than a paragraph telling you if a movie
I’m happy to announce that my story “Fixing a Hole” is officially available to read in the brand spankin’ new issue of A capella Zoo. I’ve had my grubby little hands on the contributor copies of this issue for over a week now, but I somehow managed to keep from leaking the cover (and what
Can’t you just picture a movie where the main character gazes at the far-off horizon–watching the gathering clouds–and mutters, “There’s a storm coming”? And then you, the viewer, roll your eyes. Maybe you even shift in your seat and sigh. Because, oh boy, he means it both literally *and* figuratively, and wow, what deep meaning!
Come August, the crickets and cicadas weave a blanket of sweet chirrups over every day. To me, it’s a song of coming harvest, autumn, and eventually winter death. To them, they’re just trying to get laid. And who could blame them? In a few short weeks they have to mature and propagate the species. Never
“I Breathe Black and Bleed Orange” It’s not autumn yet. Only for me, it is. For me, even the slight cooling of the air is enough to evoke a fall feeling. I go back to work, back to teaching, on August 22nd. What this means is I have to start getting ready now. I have
