In Defense Of The Frivolous
It’s a weird thing to wake up in your forties, in the thick of raising kids, and wonder when the last time was that you did something frivolous.
Draft… Done
Well, that was a whirlwind. Neon Glaze, the sci-fi novel I started writing in January, is finished.
Why I Cheated, Since You, the College Board Administering This Expulsionary Hearing, Have Asked
I didn’t. No, I swear on my mother’s grave, I did not cheat. What’s that? You have video footage? Are you sure that’s me?
Oh, yes you’re right, that Bart Simpson bench pressing tattoo is featured very prominently. Ok, so I have that same tattoo in that same place, but I mean, c’mon, that hardly makes for a water-tight case.
Let Nature Fill You Up
My eight-year-old was reflecting on something his grandfather had written — a story about an art lesson where you draw your hand. The catch is that you aren’t supposed to look at your drawing until it’s done (your eyes never leave your hand) and you don’t lift the pencil from the page. In the end, you have an abstract, continuous line drawing that likely doesn’t look much like a hand at all.
Short Story “Main Character Energy” Up Now @ Roi Fainéant Press
Hey y’all, check out my short story of a (mostly) fictional narcissistic billionaire’s search for immortality. Come for the inequality rage, stay for the lolz.
Watch Out For Rainbows
At night I often read the book Outside Your Window: a first book of nature by Nicola Davies to my kids. It’s a beautiful book with poems for every season, and my four-year-old in particular loves it.
Chocolate-Chip Pancakes
Mom hovers over my bed; it’s pitch black and I’m confused. She’s said something. “What?” I say.
“Paul’s mom called and asked if we could help her out before school. Get up, we’re taking Paul to breakfast.”
I prop myself up on my arm and rub sleep from my eyes. “What time is it?”