Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
I promised myself I’d get out of bed earlier today and get to the computer before the kids were out of bed and in full nag mode. And, I’m happy to report, I actually did it. I was at the computer just a few minutes after 8 a.m. and got in two solid hours before…
As Yoda might say: Much bitterness I feel today. Are there stages to recovery from termination? The first is relief, the second is joy, the third is insanity as you realize you’re trapped in the house with a wife and four kids who eat constantly, and finally comes anger over the way you were screwed…
No bitching about OCU this time. Looks like I failed to mention that I sent the revised edition of Shara to Scrybe Press late Sunday evening. As I’ve mentioned, there are some changes to the story. Well, not the story, really. I didn’t add or delete scenes, but some are changed. One or two are…
We regret to inform you that your employment with Oklahoma City University is being terminated … blah, blah, blah … paid leave through July 31, 2005 … blah, blah, blah … paid for unused vacation leave … blah, blah, blah. Bite the weener. They sent me a letter today to remind me I’ve been canned.…
It’s Sunday. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. But, in a way, I will. My editor at OKC Business News has promised to increase the number of freelance stories she’s giving me. I was down to one per deadline because I was so busy that old job. I used to do up to…
I’ve been meaning to mention this for a few days but, you know, have been a bit distracted. Shocklines has put Call to the Hunt in the “New Voices Guarantee” program. What that means is, if you buy the book from Shocklines, they guarantee you’ll like it, or you can return it within 30 days…
Unemployed. Who knew it would feel this good? No more wondering if I’m going to be fired. No more worry about office politics. No more anger at the way co-workers are treated. Well, okay, I am still concerned about those left behind, but it’s like the dead worrying about the living who don’t realize who…
The hammer fell at about 4 p.m. today. Vicki Patterson, the new senior director, told Art Cotton, the VP, over lunch that she wants to have two writers. One would do all the news releases and write the alumni and law magazine and the other would basically be a low-paid flak. Was I asked if…
Thanks to my sister-in-law, I’ll probably begin locking every post that isn’t specifically about my writing. The last thing I need on top of all the work shit is pissed-off family members.