On the Latest Writing

It’s taken four chapters of “THOD,” but I have finally found my narrative voice. There’s nothing objectively wrong with what I’ve written previously. It’s just feels flat to me. Last night I was working on a scene between one of the story’s protagonists, Freddy, and someone he knows briefly in his youth, a woman namedContinue reading “On the Latest Writing”

On the Latest Interview

I recently conducted via e-mail an interview with Tony Lee, the writer of IDW Publishing’s upcoming Doctor Who monthly comic book series. Lee is no stranger to Doctor Who. He wrote the six-issue series The Forgotten last year, and he has the special The Time Machination coming up later this month. He’s also written forContinue reading “On the Latest Interview”

On Long Gestating Pre-Orders

So, the plug finally got pulled. Duke Nukem Forever is dead. Gone. Kaput. Will never see the light of day. Yahoo! had an article on their front page, about a gamer who had an eight-year old pre-order on the game. It doesn’t surprise me. The EB Games I managed outside Philadelphia had four or fiveContinue reading “On Long Gestating Pre-Orders”

On Recommending Star Trek Fiction

Unless you’ve been living under a rock — or living in abject denial — you probably know that there’s a new Star Trek movie opening nationwide tomorrow. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, the 23rd-century, boldly going, all that jazz. Don’t ruin it for me. I won’t see it until maybe Sunday. 🙂 I got to thinking. Let’sContinue reading “On Recommending Star Trek Fiction”

On Writing, Nuns, and Rains

Mr. Larson dies. I wrote yesterday how, in writing out a little bit of the third chapter of “THOD,” a character appeared. A grandfatherly-type, a Richard Kiley sort. Mr. Larson. He’s a neighbor. A boy rides his bicycle past his house nearly every day. He tends to flowers in his front yard. He lived throughContinue reading “On Writing, Nuns, and Rains”

On Writing in Dismal Weather

On Saturday it threatened rain. On Sunday the rains came. Today, the rain continues. I look outside the sixth floor window, and rivulets of water run down the blue glass. York Road looks distant in the gloom. A subway train broke down this morning in the tunnel. My train sat at West Cold Spring, theContinue reading “On Writing in Dismal Weather”