In the preceding posts, I’ve written that running is an addiction, and it’s true; it’s an addiction so strong that it can kick a nicotine addiction’s ass and “run” it the hell out of town – for good. Inherent in
Running: The Proper Writing Addiction, Part 5
I’ll spare you long descriptions of the in-between parts of this journey, the physical symptoms brought on by panic attacks, which tell the mind that the panic is about some kind of real health crisis. Or crises, more like. There
Running: The Proper Writing Addiction, Part 4
Smoking is ritual, and in some ways a rewarding one. There’s that moment just before you open a new pack when you tamp down the tobacco into the paper by smacking the top of the pack onto your palm several
Running: The Proper Writing Addiction, Part 3
It was the Air Force’s fault that I became a smoker. That marginal fraternity of snuff dippers I’d belong to in high school was known as FUBAR, an acronym for “Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition,” derived from military slang, though
IndieReader Reviews The Things in Heaven and Earth
You know that warm fuzzy feeling you get when your novel of murder, demons, and mayhem gets a 4.8 rating out of a possible 5 from IndieReader reviews? Well, I’m grooving on the feeling right now. The Things in Heaven
Running: The Proper Writing Addiction, Part 2
Truly great high school teachers are crafty as hell. Not quilting crafty or Cricket crafty, but psychologically crafty. The raw material they work with is the adolescent brain, a transitional cauldron of hormones, ignorance, ego, insecurity, emotional extremes, and, often
Running: The Proper Writing Addiction, Part 1
It was a dumb and unnecessary confession I’d made, an unforced error that unleashed against me a hellish fifteen-minute long stern good talking to. This by a high school English teacher, no less, and, worse, a fastidiously strict grammarian. We’d