Ever see something and it reminds you of something, which reminds you of something else, which . . .
. . . And you look up and realize that thirty minutes have ticked by while you’ve been wandering the warrens of memory?
Yeah. That. I had one of those yesterday. But unlike most of these aimless treks through lost pathways, on this one I was able to retrace my steps and remember how I’d gotten from Point A to Point Z. Continue Reading »
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the day I learn
what I am truly worth
to you
is the day I learn
what you are truly worth
to me
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This past year, I’ve reviewed only three books. There are a couple of reasons for that.
The primary reason is that I’ve been reading a lot more news these days. Current events (and my often visceral reaction to them) have been consuming a great deal of my available attention. A secondary reason is that another main chunk of my reading time has been devoted to research—online and offline—for my work-in-progress, and while some of these research works are very good, they’re not titles that most (or any) of you would find interesting.
Through this, however, I felt the lack of fiction, not only as a needed escape from the real world, but also as part of my education and development as a writer.
With this in mind, last month I decided to devote time to fiction (the first of which resulted in this), and I’ve been continuing that trend by reading Raymond Chandler’s first novel, The Big Sleep.
But this isn’t about that; this is about reading. Continue Reading »
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Summer is not my most productive season for writing. There are too many distractions—gatherings, to-dos, house guests, falling into an overheated swoon—and this summer has had more than its normal share, what with the passing of companion animals, a switch from office-office to home-office, and most recently, a week of sitting bleary-eyed, head-achy, and miserable, waiting for the smoke from wildfires to clear.
Also, I was editing a book.
Alas, not one of mine.
I have the honor of being a beta-reader for a good friend. He’d completed his manuscript and was in need of a fresh set of eyes. Editing someone else’s work is always an opportunity to learn, for me. Whether it’s through analyzing a passage that works well or through hitting a bump in the prosaic road, reading another’s early draft is a great way both to learn new things and to reinforce lessons learned long ago. Continue Reading »
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This week’s post brought surprise, rage, and embarrassment, all in a single envelope. Also enclosed: a copy of The Timberline Review #7, wherein my story, “The Book of Solomon,” is published.
So, exactly why did receiving a hardcopy of my published work engender such fire and furor?
Read on.
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Last week, the news of the day just got to me.
Scandals, graft, partisanship, falsehoods.
Wildfires, earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes.
Cruelty, abuse.
Tariffs, taxes.
Chaos.
It was just too much. The siege breached my defenses and I fell into a major depression. Dark. Caged. Compressed. Inescapable.
Wait . . . did I say “inescapable?” Scratch that, for I did, indeed, find an escape.
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The first time I read Ray Bradbury’s 1957 classic, Dandelion Wine, it was an assignment for school. I was a little older than Doug Spaulding, the novel’s 12-year old protagonist at the time, and to be frank, I didn’t really care for the book at all.
That was a crisis for me, as Bradbury was one of the three novelists who I really, really enjoyed (along with Roger Zelazny and C.J. Cherryh). I’d gobbled up Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles and read every collection of his short stories that I could find. Continue Reading »
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Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 