The Blog of All Fears

July 1, 2018

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My fourth book, Dreams, is nearing its final form. I am at the point where I need feedback to determine the elements that still need development.

I am looking for people who are interested in and willing to read the book, offer their opinio...

May 20, 2018

MARCH 1998

The lights were on in every room of Cara’s new Hollywood Heights apartment. It was a little bigger than the one in Laurel Canyon. Moving out on her own, by herself for the first time, was frightening, but that was why she had to do it. Furniture and boxes wer...

April 22, 2018

“Have a seat,” Dr. Cheever said, gesturing to the black leather couch in the center of his office. He gave Cara a pleasant smile, and she blinked away the turn

April 7, 2018

My current work in progress is Dreams, the fourth chapter of The Great Ones. But it wasn't always the fourth chapter. It wasn't always a book.

I wrote the first version as a screenplay in 2001, as a direct sequel to Joe (also a screenplay at the time). I was living in i...

March 31, 2018

(an except from The Glen Headwood Show)

August 1964

Benny’s office was bare and new. A desk, a second-hand table with three matching chairs – the fourth had mildewed while it was in storage – and two floor lamps. The ink had just dried on the frosted glass door. The Glen...

March 4, 2018

Cara knocked a tiny white pill into her hand and set the bottle on the bathroom counter, watching the little circle roll around in her palm. One pill. Only one. If she had nightmares inside of her, she was going to have to face them. The whoosh of a stream flowed from...

February 18, 2018

Tiger Lily Wont you sing to me? Won't you bring to me all the colors of spring?

February 11, 2018

from Freshmankind

Julie hurried into the lobby of Crumley, head down, not looking at anybody. She didn’t want anyone to see her, to know she’d come through, to remember her. She needed her meds. She needed her meds and her door behind her and her covers on top. She had...

January 29, 2018

The world you know in fragile octaves floats

Upon the tune of time and happenstance

Dark past and dimming future are the notes

No melody, but music formed by chance

And all that seems of purpose disappears

And all that's left is accident and whim

The music conjures forth you...

January 21, 2018

The one thing I am most passionate about:

Making sure my ride surpasses everything else on the road. It’s nice and street legal, and what it lacks in teeth it makes up for with the bosomy comfort of dual airbags and multiple crumple zones.

The most important thing I’m lo...

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