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The River Doesn’t Care

The river doesn’t care. It doesn’t care about the crystalline, perfect Spring day’s sunshine pouring down. It doesn’t care about me, or my older brother who is home from Uni, or my mother who has made a rare visit back as well and has taken us out fishing for the day. The river doesn’t care […]

Reading and Writing.

The best thing about reading something really good is that it inspires you to write something equally good. Well, maybe not “you” but the figurative “you”. Just like when I was a kid and I’d watch The Lone Ranger or Zorro and feel absolutely compelled to go out and try that jump onto the horse’s […]

Why I’ll make it as a writer… someday.

I was a Junior in High School the first time somebody ever called me a writer. The reason that memory has always stood out for me is not because it was momentous at being called a “writer”, because I still figured they were tweed-wearing hermits who didn’t do it for the money. Nup, the reason […]

A Slightly Different Crowd

Hanging out with writers on the forums and the email lists and the newsletters and all that, has taught me a few interesting things about the types of personalities that I’m drawn to. There is a certain level of disappointment that falls over me whenever I see the reaction when I’m saying something mildly inflammatory […]