Good day, friends and foes. I may have mentioned, oh once or twice, that I can be a tad lazy. This post is a testament to that fact. Very recently the wonderful Amanda Borenstadt from A Fortnight of Mustard awarded me with “The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award.” This reminded me that not-so-recently the equally wonderful
Me being me, I have been somewhat preoccupied with homebrew, video games, movies, and yes, even some writing. Through this cloud of laziness and procrastination, it occurred to me that I recently posed a question on my blog: should I start a new section of the website called “Ask the Professor?” The answer to this
I had to tell you something important. Something you shouldn’t go another instant without hearing, because if you do, you may not make it to the instant after. This piece of information is a lifetime’s worth of nourishment. To go without it means starvation. Your suddenly skeletal body will shuck and jive for a few
It’s 100 degrees outside, close to 80 in my office, and I have a hot cup of coffee staring me down. I need to drink it. I don’t care that sweat is carving trails down my face, taking strands of hair and plastering them to my neck. I don’t care that for the past five
Hello fellow readers and writers. It’s always nice to have some legitimate news to announce, and today I have two juicy bits. My new story, “Inside the Walls of East Lombard Street,” is now available to read at Electric Spec. Here’s what they had to say in the Letter from the Editors: Anthony J. Rapino
The rules are simple. The first person to correctly identify what the heck this is a picture of, wins a book. Simply post your answer (only one guess per person, please) in the comment section. Please fill out your e-mail in the comment box so I can contact you (unless we are twitter or facebook
In my short story, “Uprooted,” there is a magnificent thunder storm that causes a tree to become uprooted in the woods behind the main character’s house. Last night, I experienced a storm close to the magnitude I had previously written about. We lost electricity and the high winds whipped around the treetops, tearing branches and
Classes are over, I’m done grading papers, and all my windows are open. Sounds like summer to me. For the first time since I started teaching this past autumn, I feel as if I can finally make some writing plans. Sure, I managed to squeak out a few stories during the past months, but mostly
