Yearly Archives: 2010
The Name Game
All right, now comes the hard part. One of the hard parts. Agent J would like me to consider changing the name of my novel, Liberace Under Venetian Skies. He feels it’s too… florid? and not indicative of what the book’s about, or it’s tone. This comment has come up a times with a few […]
HITCHED
It started online. I found his profile, liked what I saw, sent him a note. He told me he wanted to see the whole thing. I obliged. Then, after a flurry of emails and one very probing phone call, he popped the question. Said he wanted to be exclusive. Oh, there were others, but I […]
REDEMPTION
30 Transformer All-Spark Cubes, made of devil’s food cake with a whipped cream filling and a hard chocolate coating. Took 3 days, but it turned out pretty much how I wanted it to. I think I’ve found my baking niche: intentionally rough and ugly baking designs. Mud and stone-looking confections, I’m your man. I wouldn’t […]
Nine Years
How could shame blight such a wondrous day? I should be posting the delicious baked treats my son will eat for his birthday celebration at school, a photo of me holding a plate of homemade Yodels, those chocolate-covered mini cake rolls. But no, there will be no such photo springing up on Facebook, only this […]
Warning! Contents of a Graphic Nature to Follow!
I’ve got something really exciting to share with y’all today: some graphic novel art, written by me and illustrated by the mongo talented artist Sungyoon Choi. The novel I’ve written, Liberace Under Venetian Skies, is mostly in prose, but it also incorporates sections of graphic novel, handwritten marginalia and fragments of screenplay. I’m a big […]
Chinatown, oh My Chinatown
Okay, I’ve got to make this quick, since it’s like 2 3 AM and I’ve got an 8:15 pickup to O’Hare airport. It ended up pretty well! When I got to set for my last day of shooting no one looked like they wanted to fire me. No one gave me that pitying glance or avoided […]
Tongue-twisted: An Autopsy of a Language, Butchered
Okay, this one’s gonna be hard to write. It’s partly because I feel responsible. How could I not? I’ve done this drill many, many times; I should have known it was going to go down the way it did because it always goes down the same way and why should it be any different in […]
Tales from the Front: 1st Class Infancy
A good friend of mine works as a backup singer to a pretty famous pop singer who is currently jump-starting her career (again) with a world tour. Though grateful for the job (when she gets paid), my friend is in disbelief at how incapable this singer is at doing even the most simple of personal […]
Zen and the Art of Eating Drowned Sailors
I remember when I was a child a particular punishment my father used to mete out to my sisters and me. It involved kneeling. That was it— just kneeling, for prolonged periods of time, straight up, head down, like you were at Mass but you weren’t in a church you were in your living room, […]