“Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?” ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes What’s the closest thing to free? $0.99. (Disclaimer: It’s actually $0.01, but just go with it.) For a … More Thunder Day: Free Short Stories Thursday!
“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!”
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” –Albert Camus Tomorrow is the equinox, the first day of fall. Far and away, it’s my favorite season. It contains such monumental moments as football season, Halloween, and–most importantly–my birthday. Of course, one of those is already in full swing, and the others are … More “Thinking Only Autumn Thoughts”: Good-Bye, Summer
Time for more shameless self promotion. In advance of the September 25th release of my newest short story, “Amorous Birds of Prey,” I’m making its predecessor, “Baptized in Dirty Water,” available on Amazon Kindle for free. It’s a Southern Gothic piece that follows five boys across a small bayou town as their make their way … More Dunking Youths: “Baptized in Dirty Water” Free Promotion
My new short story went live yesterday, and, per usual, I’m doing the mandatory promotional essay. This one, however, will be different. No attempt at a pithy title or clever introduction, no jokes, no ironic, self-aware peppering a post with links for purchase as I did last time. Hard to attempt funny when our nation’s fourth-largest … More We Hate Harvey
“Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam, And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen. Most of them dream, most of them dreams.” –Jimmy Buffett, “A Pirate Looks at Forty” “Water, water everywhere,” some famous poet once wrote. When I look at my paltry creative output, no … More A Writer Looks at Forty