Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It was happening for a while, actually. It just wasn't so total until now. I went to the library to take out a book I'd heard about on NPR--Detroit: An American Autopsy. I was hoping they'd have it for my Kindle, but alas I had to take out the hardcover copy instead. Okay, no big deal, I figured. It's a fairly heavy book, the type is kind of small, and so what if I prefer to read with the lights out? But of course all those things have bugged me to the point where I'm barely enjoying the book.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I was driving home in the rain today when I heard Pink Floyd's The Wall come on the radio. I'm not one of those people who leave on a radio station and just listen to whatever the hell comes on--I hunt for something I like, often going through the dial multiple times before finally hitting on something decent. But The Wall? Awesome. That's one of those songs/albums that has the ability to instantly warp you back to the past--if you're old enough to remember when it came out. Luckily, I am.
Friday, May 3, 2013
My story is called The Island of Small Desires. I really worked at it, because the theme of dreams coming true was so tough for me to work with for various reasons. Anyway, I'm happy with how it came out, and so was Brittiany because it made the cut, thankfully. The anthology should be out pretty soon, and I'll let everyone know once it becomes available. I get a particular sense of accomplishment after writing short stories that's not quite the same as when I finish writing a book. It's tough to describe. Book writing is much more consuming, obviously, but short story writing feels just as powerful. Weird. And hard to describe.