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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Let the Days Run Down / I Love the Night



I love the night as only my wife, the moon, and the neighborhood Taco Bell can know. I love the night because the light is softer. I love the night because the stupid people have all gone to sleep. I love the night because it makes scary movies scarier. I love the night because the moon winks at me in her crescent manger. I love the night because it shakes the shackles off my wordsmithy, letting me write like I was born to build novels.

Gawd... the night is my favorite time in 24 hours. I can eat, dream, play, love, and work with the abandon of a wild thing. And, after all, the night was made for lovers.

I've also been listening to a lot of The Decemberists.


Monday, April 21, 2014

We Need Only be Saved from Ourselves




Sometimes I think it's better to deal in fiction rather than truth. At least you can write better stories than the swill that passes for "fact" among this country's citizenry, aided and abetted by all too often bankrupt journalism and a wholly disenfranchised electorate. They say speak the truth, even if your voice shakes... I say speak the truth and paint it black. Because words are wind that cuts to the bone. I say speak the truth and run. Because truth to power is death. I say speak the truth and never let them see you do it. Else they'll call it lies because fools believe only they could possibly have discovered that the world is round.