Recently, work has been a Sisyphean challenge for me. It seems like no matter what I do, more and more piles of work build up, threatening to smother me and sap every ounce of energy I might generate. Certainly, you’ve probably noticed a slight down-turn in activity here, which is something I hope to rectify…
The great Bookninja pointed out this article about one Seattle writer’s rejection issues. “Like most 39-year-old, single, jobless, hetero men in Seattle, I thought I knew a thing or two about rejection. Then I decided I wanted to write for a living.”
Did Stan Lee assume the photo editor position at CNN? Did Marvel Comics purchase the news giant and I just missed the memo? Or has Central Casting really taken over our nation’s criminal underworld to produce bad guys who look like someone that Captain America should punch out? I mean, first, there were those creepy photos…
“Tape peeled from the roll just like deer hide coming loose from the meat.” From Roger Alan Skipper’s impressive Tear Down the Mountain: An Appalachian Love Story.