Sunday. The end of one week, and the start of the next. The converging of two plains. A day of rest. A day of praise. More than any other time of the week, Sunday has a permeating quiet to it. I can wake a little later than I usually would and enjoy a cup of

The other night, I found a raccoon on my deck eating garbage. I usually wouldn’t leave a bag of stinking trash out in the open like that, but what can I say. I forgot. Around 2 in the morning my dog alerted me, and half the neighborhood, to the presence of our uninvited guest. I

A little bit of good news on this wonderful, rainy Tuesday. A review I wrote for the short story, “The Woman in the Club Car,” written by Thomas Tessier, has been published by Dark Scribe Magazine. The review is live, so if you’re interested, take a look: Review Article The story I reviewed is in

Over the holiday weekend, I will conduct an experiment to discover if there is a type of food in existence that tastes bad when wrapped with bacon. It is a widely held belief, backed up by scientific data, that bacon is one of the top ten most healthful foods, and one of the top five

Inspired by the ever-glorious, intrepid writer Catherine J Gardner, of The Poisoned Apple, I have decided to post my writing stats for the month. I’m afraid I can’t be as accurate as Catherine in terms of word counts, but I’ll try to make up for it. Sales: 0, the old goose egg.Query submissions: 4Story/review submissions:

When to read, when to write, when to get drunk and thrown out of the local watering hole? It’s all a matter of self control, and some of us just don’t have it. Recently as I reread Stephen King’s On Writing, I noted his strict daily regimen. Almost as quickly, I noted my lack of

There are none. Okay, I’m overreacting. But after my recent trip to the bookstore, I swear that’s not too far off. You see, I’m searching for representation for my novel, Soundtrack to the End of the World. I’ve done all the proper research on query letters, synopses, and formatting. The novel is done and edited

What do they all have in common? They are all a big part of my weekend. I’m making the ice cream and cheesecake for father’s day. And I dug a trench…also for father’s day. Don’t worry, I’m not putting my father in it. Just burying a tube to funnel water. Not as exciting, I know.

Hello all of my long lost friends…well, those of you who might still check this long dead blog of an unknown writer. Over the past year or so, I’ve been working hard on editing my novel, Soundtrack to the End of the World. At last count–if you look at my word meter below–I had around

I didn’t bother posting when I had this review accepted, since I knew it was coming out so soon. Instead, I waited until now so I could simply post the link. This is a short review I wrote, appearing in Dark Scribe Magazine: “Circling” / Tom Piccirilli