At Least They're Committed

If I must begin practicing my craft and delve my sordid soul into the depths and darkness of literacy, then I should begin my studies with something methodical if not mythical. And so the seven deadly sins — in this case seven in-depth character assessments and psychological profiles of these Cardinal sinners’ souls — would… Read more

“No,” he says. “Well, actually you can but it’s time to stop hiding and start writing.” But, I say, Rant wasn’t very good. I mean, I got it, I tell him, but it wasn’t great. I wasn’t inspired. “All the more reason to do something better,” he says. “Wasn’t as bad as Koontz.” Sigh. He’s… Read more

The hose snakes across the yard, looping once or twice not moving, just pouring. Raul, the ‘Hospice Worker’ as Rachel called him for his penchant for putting other creatures out of their misery, is snapping at the water flow, his shark-like jaws and razor teeth opening and closing in rhythm, the clash of his incisors echoing against… Read more

I certainly should have mentioned yesterday — being as I’m writing this for the grandchildren I’ll never meet — that Aug. 11 was the one-year anniversary of my bad fall. Broken right ankle, sprained left are all better now. I started running yesterday. Funny how quickly you can learn to appreciate something such as that… Read more

Twisting my ring around and around using my thumb and pinky on my left hand, I type this with my right hand, plunking randomly at the keys. It occurs to me that it’s been ever-so-long since someone, anyone has amused me in the manner of which I am accustomed. Well, all right, maybe it’s only… Read more

Standing in the middle of the yard, I roll my eyes toward the fence line, peering between my bangs and making no movement with my head. My neighbor is directly on the other side and I don’t want to alert him to my presence if he hasn’t seen me already. Tap water streams from the broken… Read more