In the 1970s, in Atlanta, there was a run-down theater at the corner of Peachtree and Ponce called The Fox. It was apparently built earlier in the century as a Masonic Lodge, but became an entertainment venue, which showed movies and held live shows. By the early 70s, it had fallen on hard times and … Continue reading Fox Tower
From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman.
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
The single best statement I have ever written about myself.
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)
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