I’m currently rereading Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut. It’s one of my favorite books, though it’s been a few years since I read it last and I had sort of forgotten how much I enjoy it. If you haven’t read Player Piano, it’s a book that has managed to become both outdated and relevant to […]
While I had high hopes for 2018, the year hasn’t gotten off to the greatest start. It’s almost the end of March, yet I’ve hardly posted here at all. I’m behind schedule on my next book and struggling to keep up with things like exercise, bookkeeping, and laundry. (How is there always so much #$%ing
Looking over my bookshelf today, I noticed a copy of Inside Joss’ Dollhouse. This collection of essays has a pretty specific audience: people who watched and loved Dollhouse, Joss Whedon’s short-lived series starring Eliza Dushku. As a longtime Whedon fan, I can still remember the long wait for Dollhouse to air. That wait began when
It’s 4:45 a.m. I’ve been awake since about 3:30 a.m. There’s a dull buzz in my brain that tells me I’m still tired enough that I should be asleep. But I am not. I am awake. I am awake in that particularly acute way of being awake that is terribly uncomfortable when all I want
I haven’t written here in a while. I’ve been struggling to find time to post “writerly” things between the general busyness of life. As I was about to hit the post button on a lengthy status on my personal Facebook page, it occurred to me that I could share it here. That this page doesn’t
