A less-than-weekly Banshee post
So I didn’t keep up on my regular schedule for bloging about Banshee, because I’m apparently gifted in the ability to not follow through and have an intrinsic block against developing any form of...
View ArticleThe Trick with Lost Girl
There is a certain kind of nerd that is obsessed with the continuity and the backstory of science fiction and fantasy television shows. We call this “every kind of nerd, ever.” Cheap joke, but also...
View ArticleYou’re Welcome, CBS
So this morning, I was lazing about as I tend to do. It’s common for my mind to get running before my limbs and then I lie there, obsessing about something until I finally drag myself toward the...
View ArticleA not-writing tip.
So aspiring writers…you must write. Not a leap, there. No matter what you want to write, there’s nothing like practice. Especially practice through the filter of feedback from others. But even if you...
View ArticleThe writer in public
So this evening I was heading to dinner with my wife. And the parking lot was pretty full, so I had to circle around a bit. In our small city, this is not usual. More so, there was a prime spot that...
View ArticleThe Song Remains the Same
New York City. Never my favorite place to visit. The urban smells and sheer volume of noise and masses of people all overwhelm my senses and make me irritable. The benefit is that pretty much anyone...
View ArticleBloggery
I know you’re saying, “wow, I wonder what that guy that sold that one short story is doing now.” Or perhaps, “TM Thomas, I know you can’t write a novel, but not even a blog post in a month?” Well, it...
View ArticleWell, that promise never had a chance.
hi folks: sorry for not writing more. Remembering passwords and two-finger tapping on the ipad screen seem to limit my blogging. I occasionally have “I should blog that!” thoughts that fade when the...
View ArticleA book review caused this.
Utopia doesn’t arrive without breaking some eggs. ** “And for the update from the Irondottir Experiment,” Luvi said, then stopped suddenly as the doors at the back of the room opened. Everyone turned...
View ArticleBreakfast with Dad
My father is waiting in the booth. “About time,” he mumbles, barely looking up from the newspaper laid across the table. The remains of something and eggs sits on a plate, with the crusts of wheat...
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