I’m disgusted by many of my fellow small presses. Running a small press is difficult and expensive. It’s also a calling. You start a small press because you want to champion literature. Now, every book is a gamble. It’s a gamble if you’re running Random House! But they can survive a failure. A small press […]
The idea for my 10,000 words in a day project came to me in a dream. I woke up and scribbled down titles for articles, then drank a glass of water, and then was very angry because the house was cold and I really had to take a piss. I look forward to old age […]
I wrote a memoir about my family that’s full of neglected children, poisoned ice cream, and major crimes committed by lunatics simply because they wanted to watch the world burn.
I’m having trouble feeling empathy for those who are impacted by disaster. Hurricanes level islands, kids shoot up movie theaters and schools, it appears that black people are being openly hunted on the streets by cops like some sort of bad Van Damme direct to video movie, and I just don’t care.
The appalling acts in Charlottesville played across my TV screen (and my laptop and my smartphone) for a whole weekend but, on Monday, no one at work even mentioned it. At Monday’s happy hour, friends who I consider to be intelligent, informed, and plugged in didn’t even know what I was talking about. “What? What […]
In my new effort to get healthy I decided to stop drinking vodka for breakfast and, instead, go on a walk in the neighborhood across the street. It’s a four lane street, busy all day, quiet at night, but a clear demarcation between my neighborhood – townhomes, high rises, and the metro station – and […]
I hate Goodreads – the literary social network that, on the surface, is dedicated to connecting readers with books but, in reality, is just a marketing/clickbait/username farm for Amazon (which wholly owns the site). Not that there’s anything wrong with Amazon ruling our lives! But that’s a conversation for another post. Today, I want to […]
I finished a book and actually published it which was probably crazy and then entered into this sort of unproductive rut. For the last six months, I’ve felt like I’ve used up all my words. Like I’ll never again be able to string sentences together, or communicate coherent thoughts. It’s actually felt like I stroked […]
Oh, right, it’s Inauguration time. My fellow armchair liberals have all been dreading this day and, in dark rooms, as they caress their mother’s underwear, they’ve worked hard to convince themselves that this isn’t happening.
Top ten things I wish I had included in the stupid memoir about my evil family and my fucked up life after I had them all killed: