Serial and Milk(ing it)

Writers love playing the “what-if?” game. It’s how we get our best ideas. Many years ago, I read a series of articles in The Oregonian about the growing problem of eco-terrorism in the western states. One line in particular grabbed me: the reporter wrote, “It’s a miracle nobody has been killed.” So, I thought, what … Continue reading Serial and Milk(ing it)

The Surgeon

The air hangs heavy, stifling and still, lacking even the faintest hint of a breeze to stir up the atmosphere and provide some measure of relief. It's draped atop us like a weighted blanket, smothering and oppressive. Isn't that the theme for 2020? I used to dislike summer because of the heat and lack of … Continue reading The Surgeon

Conflict of Interest

I got burned by an Englishman yesterday. Not physically burned, as in, he spilled his scalding hot tea on my arm while reaching for a crumpet. (By the way, I've never met a stereotype I didn't fully embrace.) Instead, I refer to the definition in Urban Dictionary: A usually sarcastic and insulting comment, devised to burn someone's emotions. What … Continue reading Conflict of Interest

The Third Cut is the Deepest

We writers are required to have a thick skin. It's right there in the job requirements, alongside other necessary qualities such as: Cat-centricity. Not to be confused with eccentricity, though that's a common stereotype, too. Hemingway famously owned a white six-toed cat and I have Sydney, so it's gotta be true. Caffeine and alcohol addictions. Surely … Continue reading The Third Cut is the Deepest