Category Archives: On Writing
I’ve been reading my own blog. What kind of self-centered time waster is that? Regardless, it reminded me that I haven’t blogged since I finished the last short story. It’s good, or at least I think it is. The feedback … Continue reading
I’m way behind on my 24, but I’ve got to say, I’m digging Bill’s “John Tesh” sort of look and attitude. He looks like William Katt’s dad.
In case there are three curious folks out there, I’ve been absent from blogging while I pound away at the latest short story. The first readable draft is now ready for the light of day. It’s sad to think it, … Continue reading
When I did community theatre I used to make fun of actors. Unstable, I used to say. Insecure, I’d say even louder. Always worried about how they looked, whether they were “on”, whether they had enough lines. Typical navel-gazing bullshit. … Continue reading