I watched the bubbles in the kitchen sink. I wanted to look away.  Move. Grab the blue stemmed wine glass lazily drifting beneath those bubbles and scrub it out furiously. Smash it on the floor.  The wall.  A face.  I… Continue reading

I don’t know if this is everybody’s process, but now that I am done with the fair draft of The Steel Ghost I’ve locked myself in a hotel room and I’m going to start reading it out loud and making… Continue reading

Don’t cool writers have blogs? I mean, maybe not. the REALLY cool ones have a gaggle of screaming followers throwing underthings at them, I think, but I’ve never been cool. I am, however, burdened with an overabundance of things to… Continue reading