An excerpt from CommWealth: Allan parked the Maserati on Walnut Street and slammed the door with what he hoped was appropriate showdown force. A few customers on the patio looked up, then went back to their beers and chessmen. Allan … Continue reading →
In my just-published novel CommWealth, Allan Larson browbeats the Forensic Squad acting troupe into staging an infantile play he’s written called Cabaret. (Though he swears his play has nothing to do with the 1972 movie of the same name, one … Continue reading →
I’ve grown quite enamored of this painting I did a couple weeks ago. But I hated it and cursed the monster as I fought to hook it and lash it to my little boat for hour after demented hour like … Continue reading →
I never thought much about my stint as editor of the Wiess Crack until I began to see it as another piece of lost energy I wanted to reclaim from the beginning of my writing life. In the small enclosed … Continue reading →
Deleted from an early version of my novel Sortmind, the chapter “Twenty Years Ago at Darkforce” (its 9,600 words omitted here), recounts theology student Edward Duce’s interrogation before the Feminist Trial Board of Darkforce Theological Seminary. Duce, the future founder … Continue reading →
My one and only foray into anything even resembling Texana. Don’t panic. There is no Chapter 2. Chapter 1. Growin’ Up ‘n Plantville When I wuz growin’ up ever day Ma ‘ud yell “Billy, come inta dinner, yuh hear NOW!” … Continue reading →
At 1,793 words my first blog entry may be a little long, but each of the following letters is like one blog post, hopefully easily digested. They came about some time ago as I was battling my way through a … Continue reading →
