I’m going to play biologist for a few minutes. Hopefully, you’ll forgive me if I come off hard or rough.
With the wealth of racial conflict in the news, I have heard many voices say things like, “You never hear about white people being shot by police,” or “If they’d followed instructions, they wouldn’t have got shot.” Such statements are madness. View full article »
Dragon Con is upon us once more, which means I will depart (within 90 minutes of writing this).
To mark the occasion, I have three surprises for you all. Some may already have this, others might be hearing about this for the first time. Either way, spread the word to your friends–I have free things to read!
This is Barnes & Noble in Cape Girardeau, MO. The store where I worked for six and a half years, the store where I write Vitamin F by hand when things were slow, and the store where I am sitting as I type this.
If you’re after a review of the Vernor Vinge modern classic A Fire Upon The Deep, you are in the wrong place. Yet I’m about to talk about that book a lot.
For those of you not familiar with the 1993 co-winner of the Hugo Award for Best Novel, here’s an Amazon link. It’s solidly worth a read.
I admit I’ve been quiet for a while. There’s no real excuse for that. Reasons, perhaps, but no excuse.
One of the most trying things about writing–or any creative endeavor–is the fear that things won’t work out. It’s a natural fear, especially when things take time to create.
We all have natural slips, since we’re all human. Good days come, as do bad days.
With that in mind, I present this video message…
Write.
Edit.
Do both every day.
I see variations on that with a degree of frequency. When I have a chance, I do my very best to edit Tesseract, write “The Mirror Of Tila,” and try really hard to be good to everyone.
The town I live in is one of the most conservative placed in the United States. I am not a conservative. Still, I have many local friends. There’s a warmth in my heart knowing that I have a diverse group of people I care about. Both genders, several religious affiliations, no less than four races. View full article »
I was very fortunate to come to a writer event with my friend Michael Ignacio. He was displaying his books for sale for the first time and kindly offered to share space with me.
Here’s us with editor Danny Wilkens. We’re all in the same local writing group together.
In late 1994, I watched the Hell Freezes Over Eagles concert special with my parents. During the show, me and my Dad would say things we liked about the songs, the ones we liked, the ones we didn’t like. For some reason, they didn’t play “Heartache Tonight.”
Never before had I discussed music with my parents. It was not a short discussion.
A month ago, I had a dream that wouldn’t let me go. There were some interesting things in it, elements of Indian culture, a battle between digital players who had become gods. Ceremony, celebration, iconography.
Some of the women in this dream looked a little like this woman:
