July 9, 2009


I never thought of my books
as being special,
only necessary.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, "Extremely
Loud and Incredibly Close"

July 5, 2009


Mists moved ahead of him
like deer through the trees.

— Charles Frazier, "Cold Mountain"

July 3, 2009


 Apparently, I was a pack-rat as a child because I'm finally making it through the last of the old boxes of stuff I recovered on recent visits to the old homeplace. Came across an old composition book with an early endeavor at fiction writing. Maybe I should've been a music critic. This scene is of a TV personality giving a review of an album that recently came out. Excerpts: "... Michael Jackson has now released another album called Thriller. Can Mr. Jackson top his past success? I must say that it is doubtful. However ... he may once again have four top ten singles ... I'll even go so far as to say that the Thriller album may sell over four-million copies."


When life
gives you lemons
you squeeze them,
Make invisible ink.
Make an acid poison.
Fling it in their eyes.

— Austin Grossman, "Soon I Will Be Invincible"