The only constant is change. Age seven; fifty years ago. In the past, I tended to make a big deal out of each birthday, taking time off from work and scheduling activities to help me celebrate. This year, I have a lot of unscheduled time off and nowhere to go, since everything is shut down … Continue reading Fifty-seven
Cover artwork for Words Words Words, compiled works.
The most important weapon in a writer’s arsenal is language; wield it with skill and precision. The writing should always speak for itself; never explain; never apologize, but always be willing to edit for clarity. Don’t worry about telling the literal truth; be true to the characters, the story, and the artistic vision. Never consider … Continue reading Writer’s Manifesto (Revised)
Author Allan Hudson has featured me on his blog South Branch Scribbler, with an interview and an excerpt of Atlanta Stories: Fables of the New South. Many thanks, Allan, and thanks to author Bobby Nash for introducing us. Be sure to check out Allan’s other posts while there. Here’s a link. http://allanhudson.blogspot.com/2019/12/guest-g-m-lupo-of-atlanta-georgia.html
The human race is the only species I’m aware of that’s actively committing suicide. We know we’re having a detrimental effect on the planet and no one seems to care. Much of the population is unconcerned with the welfare of the planet because they’re more focused on exploiting it for material wealth, or on accruing … Continue reading Survival Game
Above, 2009 Decatur Beer Fest, somewhere in the neighborhood of three hundred fifteen pounds (photographer unknown). My weight has been a consistent concern for most of my life. I have a rather large bone structure and what can probably be described as a barrel chest, so I’ve always been able to get away with carrying … Continue reading Losing It
Is it possible to combine all the little snippets of thought a person has into one, massive mega-thought? Thoughts usually come sequentially, one idea after another. Some experience rapid fire sequences of thought, ideas rushing past with hardly enough time to make sense of them. Some multitaskers find it possible to hold many thoughts within … Continue reading Web of Thought
Though we both existed on the planet together for about five years, I have no living memory of Martin Luther King. He was assassinated sixteen days before my fifth birthday. I recall hearing of his assassination at the time it happened, but I do not recall specifically how I heard about it, nor did I … Continue reading Icons
I'm collecting all my essays and non-universe stories into a single collection, due out the first of next year. Here's my current cover conception.
Birthdays are always a good time to take stock of where one is and where one is headed. Since my last birthday, I’ve sold a condo, found a job, bought a house, published a novel, had a play performed at a show this past June and another accepted for a festival coming in May. I … Continue reading Fifty-six