IT WAS GOOD
The thunder that filled the sky was a friendly thunder. Deep and resonant, like when Agatha laid with one ear against her father’s chest while he talked and his voice rumbled about inside his depths. She knew it would rain soon, but it was the kind of warm buttery afternoon that could never [...]
Another bonus fiction. I’m realizing I actually have a lot of older stories under 500 words lying around. I’ve always liked the length. Maybe next week I’ll post “Melquíades is Dead.”, which was also a flash fiction.
But this week is this week, so on to this week’s tale. This story is somewhere in the neighborhood [...]
Well, I set up my pull list with a local comic shop today. I guess that means I’m officially settling in.
After visiting shops all over the city, the one for me is Rocketship in Brooklyn. Special thanks to Jason Rodriguez for mentioning it to me when we were in Brooklyn for a concert last summer [...]
Now to seemingly refute my post yesterday about having a clear direction as a writer, here’s an example of being ambushed by the unexpected.
I only ever wrote at the Jefferson Market library that one day. Too many people about. Writing is ultimately a solitary pursuit for me. I imagine it is for most, though some [...]
I’ve been dissipating.
Creatively, I always come out of Comic-Con like a bullet, but a month later it feels more like buckshot. Scattered. Too many seeds in too many soils, and it becomes hard to focus. I’ve had trouble writing these past several days, and today my mind cleared enough for me to see that the [...]
Erin and I spent most of the day at Coney Island today watching my friend Scott Wong, who plays professional beach volleyball. Scott and his partner made it to the final for the first time today, where they faced off against the #1 team in the world. They eventually lost, but play was fast and [...]
I intended to write a horror story this week, but my narrator ended up being something that couldn’t experience the emotion of horror. So this is something else.
THE SLOW SHRUG OF STONES
Time moved differently for Parkin.
It was a large stone slab wedged against the underhang of a shallow cave where the sand met the cliffs [...]
It seems ridiculous that something like paying a phone bill should get precedence in one’s life over fulfilling your purpose. But alas, we live in a fallen world. Realism and a full house will trump idealism and a two of a kind every hand.
My initial tendency is to type this as a lament, but my [...]
I got my first mention on The Beat this morning. (If that leaves you scratching your head, The Beat is the Publishers Weekly comic culture blog by Heidi MacDonald, and one of the best places on the web to get comics-related news)
The Engine post that she excerpts is itself an excerpt from the Writer Services [...]
Where in America do you go to set the bleakest of crime stories? The inner city? No. How about the reservation? That’s just what Jason Aaron’s done in Scalped, and it’s a comic book dream. As I pick up each issue there’s a fear in the back of my mind that says, “No way. No [...]
