Sittin’ Around, Feelin’ Groovy

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, April 19, 2017, 9:33 a.m. It seems as if life is back to normal. For instance, take now. This Is Spinal Tap is on TV. I switched over from The Andy Griffith Show (how’s that for contrast?). The writing of Lightning in a Bottle both strained and inspired me for three months. From the first words of the introduction to the … Continue reading Sittin’ Around, Feelin’ Groovy

The Thunder Rolls, but Will the Lightning Strike?

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, April 13, 2017, 9:27 a.m. Lightning in a Bottle struck me. It’s my new novel. I’ve written six. Right now I’m making up mind whether to start working on seven or eight, both of which are in progress. I guess the winner gets to be seven. I’m not stuck because of content, or deciding which yarn I want to unravel. I’m … Continue reading The Thunder Rolls, but Will the Lightning Strike?

Around the Track in Eighty Days

Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, April 3, 2017, 9:26 a.m. What a weekend. A new novel, Lightning in a Bottle, is out. Brad Keselowski won the Monster Energy NASCAR Cup Series (just remember, MENCS) race in Martinsville, Virginia. The University of South Carolina won the women’s basketball national championship. The Boston Red Sox open today at Fenway against the Pittsburgh Pirates. I’ll be glued to the … Continue reading Around the Track in Eighty Days

From Books to Movies, without a Hitch

Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, April 1, 2017, 4:14 p.m. Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett. Both long dead. Both masters of a genre. They wrote about crime fiction about hard-boiled detectives. Both are known more for the movies made from their novels than the novels themselves. I wanted to read Chandler and Hammett. I had for years. I watched many of the movies, and knew about … Continue reading From Books to Movies, without a Hitch

The World Gets a Little Larger When the Modem Dies

Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, March 24, 2017, 9:45 a.m. On Tuesday night, I was having a lovely time sitting around in a circle, taking turns with others, playing guitar – most of the others could pick one – and singing while a fearsome storm raged outside. I was in a barn. There were refreshments. Meanwhile, back at the ranch – honest to gosh, my dad … Continue reading The World Gets a Little Larger When the Modem Dies