As we sit perfectly still, in a blank room drinking naught but weak tea.
Here’s the thing about perfectionism. The very act of having it is contradictory to one day perceiving your own perfection. As long as you have perfectionism, you can never feel … Continue reading
Chained to a desk and made to produce copy.
My managing editor has returned from France, sans active cigarette habit and maiden name. Other than that, things are more or less the same around work today. The book is … Continue reading
And Jingo was his Name-O!
There is a secret organization of American comedy writers.
Why does Anthony Hopkins keep going back to Hannibal Lecter?
The first part I ever had.
The Rabbit God Gets Married.
Engaging in as much distraction as possible.
It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Pain is reality, surrender is not.
And not a man of them that we shall take shall taste our mercy.
Horrors.
Made in Canada.
Ignored the journal all last week due to work-related stress; namely, the incessant scanning and editing of over five hundred classic Jumble(R) puzzles for an upcoming book from my publishing … Continue reading
Creative Control 