Once I finished writing a screenplay for the fictitious movie, Blood Sucking Coal Miner Zombies I had absolutely no excuse not to finish my novel, Coppertown. I’ve lived in Colorado for most of my life. Rather, I have lived here for far too long feeling like an outsider, an alien.Continue Reading
I knew I was in trouble when I considered the long months I had been stalled out on Coppertown. I knew I was in trouble because of derelict condition of my thoughts about the manuscript. I also remember the moment, sometime last spring when these thoughts occurred to me. InContinue Reading
I have no idea why I was unable to abandon this project. I guess it’s only because I worked on it for so long that I was just unable to forgo it. I’m also that type of person who has to finish something. Not everything, but everything that I’ve givenContinue Reading
I began Coppertown during the summer of 2013, in the waning days of my Portland, OR life. I wish I could sum up the time. The summer of 2013, August especially, was a whirlwind of finality. I do mean finality. The oldest date I can find for this project isContinue Reading
I have always believed that all human beings are greedy. I don’t mean this in a bad way. I have always believed that all people are lusty too. Also, not intended to be a bad thing. So, here we are, we’re all lusty and greedy. It seems to me thatContinue Reading
In the olden times, I had a very specific daily writing practice. I did it everyday. At the time, I began writing whenever I woke up and made the coffee. I would write until it was time to get off to work. I never stopped thinking about writing or whatContinue Reading
I think the pursuit of education, in way, shape and form, is about the best thing you can do for yourself. This does not necessarily have to center around writing. I think any education is good. I think taking a T’ai Chi class at the local rec center has justContinue Reading
The moment comes and only I know it. It’s become so predictable now, after all these years, that it has become trite. Perhaps after all these years, I too, have become trite. The story goes like this: I am somewhere, doing something, add gin. After a few gins and especiallyContinue Reading
Who knows where it really starts: that initial desire to be a writer. I’ve asked all of my friends when their ah-ah moment was. In interviews I’ve ask other writers. Sometimes I get a clever answer, but oftentimes I get the answer that I give. It was just something IContinue Reading
I once walked from South Sacramento to Freeport. I walked along the river. I spent the night in the grass. I was blessed with good dreams. When I awoke, I walked back to South Sacramento. It was a certain time of my life, in my youth, when I could doContinue Reading