And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. – Hamlet. Act 1. Scene 1. (Shakespeare) I never read Shakespeare. At least I never read them all. I read Julius Caesar a couple times. And Romeo & Juliet. But there’s this stack of stuff I’ve been meaning to read. The stack’s pretty [...]
I can be vengeful. That doesn’t seem to dissipate with age. I wonder if it’s because I am writing the Book of Blues prequel and I share this trait with the main character. Without doubt I question whether my personal growth is frozen in this moment until the moment is written. Either way, the only [...]
There wasn’t a part of my morning that wasn’t bombarded by a part of my professional life. The bombs came through email, out from twitter, along from Facebook, and standing along my my desk – all in multiple forms. The phone even rang. That’s never good. I had to cajole, negotiate, insist, persist, pistol whip, [...]
Just like how the Gutenberg Press helped bring reading to the masses, so has blogging been able to give anyone w/ access to the internet a medium to allow their writings to be seen. For better or otherwise. I use blogging to allow my head to dance around a thought. Take yesterday for example. This [...]
I had a good talk with my editor during lunch. Between bites of albino Velveeta heartbun tamales I pointed out to him that he’s become more than an editor to Books of Blues. He’s become part of the story. First off that means that I’ll have to share a higher percentage of profits of the [...]