My older cousins called my grandfather “Granddaddy.” My younger ones referred to him as “Bapaw.” Me, I called him “Ernie” or more familiarly “Ern.” Somewhere in my childhood, I had articulated to him that I was Bert, so it only stood to reason he’d be my tangerine-faced counterpart. Once, when far too old to continue … More British Foxes, American Joes & Russian Bears: The Birth of a Storyteller
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that … More “Kill Your Darlings”: Is Purple Prose Putridly Perfidious or Permissibly Playful?
“We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as ’tis.” –Shakespeare, Pericles I haven’t posted in a month and a half. Truth be told, that update was simply a scene I cut from my short story “Amorous Birds … More “What Old December’s Bareness Everywhere!” or “Don’t Call It a Comeback!”
Stop me if you’ve heard this one. Werner Heisenberg is taking his shiny new car out for a drive. Along the way he decides to pick up his buddy Erwin Schrödinger. They’re cruising the boulevard, not a care in the world when they see blue lights behind them. Heisenberg pulls to the curb, rolls down … More Hirsch’s List: History’s Dead White Men Are Both Relevant and Irrelevant