For the Love of Ebooks

People do change.  I know they do because it happened to be over the weekend.  I became a complete  convert to ebooks.

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.

Pop Culture Saturday

Happy Saturday, blog-readers.  From the looks of things, a lot of folks have already gone out and seen the new Star Trek movie already.  Not me--yet.  I have the scheduled for Monday.  I'm probably going to do one  of those "first showings" like I did for Iron Man 3, when the theater has just opened and the concession stand is dead.  There's really nothing like wandering into a movie theater that early in the morning.  I just love it.  So I'm trying to get as much work done  as I can this weekend, so I don't feel too guilty about playing hooky on Monday.  Hooky!  Does anyone even say that any more?  It sounds ridiculous.  It doesn't even look like I'm spelling it right...

Quiet Time

When I left/lost my day job three months ago, I really thought I'd be spending a lot more time on the blog.  I thought I'd be posting tidbits about comic books and retro stuff again and lining up cool guest authors.  Well, time has really flown the last few months and I really haven't done any of those things.  But honestly, I'm not complaining, because what I have managed to do is completely immerse myself in writing, something I haven't been able to do for years.  Three months ago I had about 35, 000 words written on The Bloody Chorus.   Tonight, I'm closing in on 100,000 words, and although there's still a fair amount of work left to do, the end is actually in sight.

Music, Writing, and The Wall

Sometimes when I write about music on the blog I wind up with a lot of hits.  The post I did a while back about the album Buckingham Nicks still gets lots of hits, which feels weird to me because that was a post that just came to be out of the blue one afternoon.  Maybe those are the best kinds of blog posts.

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.

When Dreams Come True Cover

Some of you might remember when I was struggling with a short story a few months ago.  That story was for the upcoming anthology When Dreams Come True, edited by a friend of mine, Brittiany Koren, who just sent out the cover image for us authors to check out.  I was so excited to see it I figured I'd post it on the blog for the rest of you.

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.