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Tomorrow… expect…

September 20th, 2014 | Category: Life

So, today I just couldn’t make the words come, I’m still so uneasy. I can’t shake this feeling….

Anyways, tomorrow expect some substance.

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My day

September 19th, 2014 | Category: Life
To pretty!

So pretty!

The iPhone 6 after-party…


I’m tired

September 18th, 2014 | Category: Life

I’m just really tired.

I gave a NeuroSwitch presentation to a not so small crowd at Tampa General Hospital. I hadn’t done one in awhile, so I was uneasy, but I’m always uneasy anymore.

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Everything’s just…

September 17th, 2014 | Category: Life

…broken. I’m broken.


I got nothin’

September 16th, 2014 | Category: Life

I’m too uneasy, I can’t think.

I miss home.

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Ill at ease

September 15th, 2014 | Category: Life

So, today I’ve been really ill at ease, for lots of reasons. I don’t feel so great. I’ve been taking this antibiotic to kill a small city of sentient organisms that live in my trachea, the side-effects are hideous. Every day, upset stomach, rapid heartbeat, headache… Today was especially bad, but fortunately, it was also my last day. It’s just hard to concentrate not feeling well, I get nervous. I’ve been nervous enough without feeling poorly, I couldn’t focus.

Tomorrow will be better.


Something never done

September 14th, 2014 | Category: Life,Opinions

So, today I did something I’ve never done before… I read an entire book in one day. I’ve stayed up a few nights to read a few books, but I’ve never read an entire book from early morning to early evening.

I’ve been a fan of Jonathan Carroll for a long time. Way back in 2006ish he was kind enough to send me a copy of one his books, White Apples, when ebooks were kind of, not really, but maybe, a thing. Of the not a bunch of ebooks available, White Apples wasn’t among them, I’m not one to wait around for an industry to catch up with my desires, so I asked and he sent. A few writers have done the same for me over the years, I’m always a little surprised and a lot grateful.

Anyway, this morning I was looking for something just to start reading after finishing Maplecroft (which was spectacular, review forthcoming) last night, and I decided on Kissing the Beehive by said Jonathan Carroll. I went a few pages and I just didn’t stop, I read until it was done. I think part of it was because for Carroll, it was such a strange book, strange in that it had absolutely no elements of magic realism. His books start out real enough, then all of a sudden the main character’s dog starts talking to a ghost, yet the talking dog and some ghost don’t make the story feel any less “real.” He writes with such confidence, the introduction of the weird is so matter-of-fact that you just accept, oh, of course, dogs talk… to ghosts. In Beehive, there’s a found corpse, a grouchy dog, but the corpse’s ghost doesn’t show up to have a conversation with the dog. Some odd things happen, you think, the dead girl’s coming back, just a few more pages… but no. I’m not saying it was a bad book, I was obviously engaged, I was simply surprised that it was really just a small town mystery. A solidly, sometimes beautifully written story about a thirty year-old small-town mystery.

At any rate, if you’re looking for an entertaining Sunday read, try Kissing the Beehive.


Okay, so… and so…

September 13th, 2014 | Category: Life

It’s hours before Saturday’s end, and I finished American Horror Story: Coven, and I loved it. Still, I’m a little sad it’s over, and a little sad my favorite character didn’t make it to the end.

Stories aren’t guaranteed to end how we want.

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Not a lot

September 12th, 2014 | Category: Life

So, I’m just going to type and see what ends up written. Probably not a lot. It’s been a slow day, a dull day. I’m really uneasy, nervous, actually. I just can’t relax, and I know why. Much of why. Most of why. I could type it, right now, I could, but I don’t feel like I can. I’m too scared to be completely honest, I can at least admit that much. I’m nervous because of something, and I’m scared to be honest about the whys, which makes me more scared, because I used to be able to write anything. Anything. It was easy. Now, I’m scared to write the anythings.


Goings on…

September 11th, 2014 | Category: Life,Opinions

So, though it appears that I’m badly missing my five hundred words per day, I’m not. I’ve written a few things that I haven’t published here. I’m trying for print publication, so I’ve written a few things, submitted them here and there. I’ve already had one rejection, it won’t be my first, or my last. I expect rejection and hope for otherwise. That’s how it goes.

In other news… I’m so enjoying Maplecroft by Cherie Priest, it’s one of those “just one more page,” promised sixty times books. I just can’t put it down, it’s nothing I expected. I won’t say much more, I should be posting a review in a day or two. Still, if you like historical fiction that’s married to horror, Maplecroft is the book for you. Don’t wait for me, just buy it! I barely use exclamation points, that should say something about my veracity.

What else? I’m marathon-watching American Horror Story: Coven, again… I love the show, I just keep getting distracted. I want to experience the entire story, not a few episodes here and there over too much time apart. No, this time I will see the end, thirteen episodes by Saturday’s end. Personally, I’ve enjoyed every season. A tv show has never so deftly blended all the popular horror tropes, always keeping the blend unique. Though, what really sets the show apart from the general trash heap that is horror is the acting, Jessica Lange, Kathy Bates, Angela Bassett, award-winning actresses with top-notch supporting casts. American Horror Story is where horror should be, shows us how high the bar should rest.

I mean, let’s face it, we expect nothing from horror, literature, tv, movies, we expect waste. We expect shitty writing, or shitty acting, or shitty writing AND shitty acting. Oh, or we settle for, “That book/movie/tv series is so bad it’s good,” which is such cop-out. Little annoys me so much as low expectations. Horror can be brilliant. Writers like Michael Cisco, Caitlin R. Kiernan, Cherie Priest, Jeff VanderMeer, brilliant writers telling brilliant stories, horror stories that transcend genre and become macabre works of literary art. Films like Bug, Dawn of the Dead (2004), Interview With the VampireMaySevenThe Signal, they’re the transcendent brilliance that can and should be expected from movies. American Horror Story is the standard for tv series, but not the lone standard. We also have Hannibal, In the Flesh, Sleepy HollowThe Walking Dead, each standing tall beside American Horror Story. I expect a lot from horror, with good cause, it does deliver, if you stop and look.


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