How the modern novel derived from serials, and how television dramas have evolved into a more serial format. Also is Dennis Franz still alive, and why isn’t anyone reading my self-published novel.
I’m sitting around on a bleak Sunday afternoon. The sky is white and it’s unusually cold for Labor Day Weekend. The better-half is away on one of his work-related do-gooding trips to a developing country. Usually, I use his away time to get shit done, by which I mean household crafty stuff like redoing the […]
I was shocked to discover I hadn’t posted here since March. I feel like the dad who went out for cigarettes and wound up on the bum in Oakland. Really, I’d meant to come back. There has been some writing since then although not enough to justify my existence by any means. You can find […]
In the future we will all be Uber drivers, except for a few lucky passengers, and because we will be so many, we’ll work twenty hour days for loose change, until Uber goes to robot-cars, at which point we’ll all be eating our young.
As this will probably be the only way I will EVER get my name in the New Yorker, I am thrilled to announce that I have won this week’s New Yorker cartoon contest. I’d show you my winning entry, but I’m afraid they’d sue me, so you can go here and see it for yourself. […]
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