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Last week, I got to see Daniel Campisi, my best friend, for the first time in years. Since I went to visit him, he took me on my first trip to an ocean–any ocean.
After reading this column from USA Today, I felt I needed to speak about exclusivity for a moment.
It started with books, then home videos and toys, then it moved on to Doctor Who reruns.
It started with Muppets, then Marvel, then it moved on to Star Wars.
Exclusive outlets are eating the world.
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. Continue reading
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.
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…
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.