Meter Maids Eat Their Young

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Fire and Rain

The moon is nearing full. I can see it outside my bedroom window. Clear sky. Cold. Back in Detroit. Back home. Who would believe that shit? Look down upon me, Jesus. This city is in the toilet. Is that the way it should be? Seen fire. Seen rain. Detroit inRead More …

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Never Say Never

The title of this post is a bit of a contradiction, not to mention a bit cliche, but, as far as sound advice goes, it has its salient points. Back in late 81 – or was it early 82? Winter in any event – I packed up the last ofRead More …

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Blank Screen Fever

I have a bad case of Blank Screen Fever. Back in the pre-computer days, this might of been thought of as Blank Page Fever. It’s similar to the White Line Fever truckers get when, after driving and staring at that never ending white line down the center of the road,Read More …

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Sunday Brunch – 11/21/2010

It’s been a hectic week between trying to crawl my exhausted self to the finish line of Meter Maids Eat Their Young and jumping back onto the promo wagon for Stealing The Marbles. Jayne, my editor over at Rebel, who has had to doff a PR hat to go withRead More …

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Sunday Brunch – 11/14/2010

It’s been awhile since I’ve done a Sunday Brunch post, not since this blog was titled Only On Sunday. Looking back over this whole blog experience, and life in general, it’s weird how things have evolved over time. Resurrecting Sunday Brunch is, I’ll admit, a bit of a cop-out. I’mRead More …

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Independence Day

I haven’t been writing much on this blog; busy busy busy, getting organized, working on Meter Maids Eat Their Young, getting ready for the release of Stealing the Marbles. The edits are done, just waiting for the proof readers to do their thing and for the greatest editor on theRead More …

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Short Stories

Back when finned gas-guzzlers ruled the road, there were hundreds of short story markets and I sampled as many of their wares as I could get my hands on. Well into my twenties, short stories were half of what I read and all that I wrote. Real life intruded andRead More …

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Stealing The Marbles

The end of 06 draws nigh, it’s snowing in Albuquerque, and I have finally finished the rewrite of Stealing The Marbles. I liked the story well enough the first time around. It got me an agent, however unprofessional that agent may have conducted himself during the time he pretended toRead More …

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