So here’s the plan — I’m gonna move back to my college town of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and start a poetry group there.
Gonna call it “Fred Poets Society.”
(I already e-mailed my old writing prof and told him he had to be our Mr. Keating.)
So here’s the plan — I’m gonna move back to my college town of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and start a poetry group there.
Gonna call it “Fred Poets Society.”
(I already e-mailed my old writing prof and told him he had to be our Mr. Keating.)
One of my tragic flaws is that I am consistently late to the party when it comes to cool stuff. (Seriously.) So I never saw “Return of the Living Dead” (1985) in the 80’s. I saw it around … 1993 or 1994, I guess, on VHS tape in the Mary Washington College dorm room of Rhett Carlson and Nickolai Butkevich.
I truly enjoyed it, which is unusual for a horror-comedy. (Movies can either scare me or make me laugh, but they can rarely do both.) Yes, I am one of the people out there who finds “Return of the Living Dead” genuinely creepy. C’mon … it’s got decent makeup effects — and both the “Tarman” zombie and the slab woman, for example, are pretty well executed monsters.
Hey … there’s a remake due out this Christmas. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it’s any good.
Celebrate responsibly. Remember that, in Virginia, it is a Class 4 misdemeanor to enter a cemetery after dark without consent.
Source: Horrorweekly on Facebook
“WORD BLITZ.”
The actual World War II Blitz in London was probably less difficult.
Why do I suck at this? The college friend with whom I play online routinely gets TEN TIMES my score. (Dammit, Janet.) You’d think I’d be good with words, what with all the poemy-type things and the stories and such.
Nope. People who are currently LEARNING the English language are probably better at this than I am.
I’m terrible at Scrabble too. So if we’re at a party together, do NOT pick me for your team!
(I’m kidding, of course. I don’t get invited to parties.)
I’m so happy today to see my poem “Contagion is a Despot Poet” featured by Bulb Culture Collective!
Thank you again, Ms. L. M. Cole and Mr. Jared Povanda, for selecting my work. 🙂
I’ve now been published throughout 60 periodicals in 11 countries and five continents. It’s a good feeling. 🙂
[Update — I edited the headline to correctly read “passed a couple of nice milestones” instead of “hitting” them. Because that’s an entirely different metaphor.]
I am thrilled to see the Ultramarine Literary Review in Chile publish my supernatural horror tale, “The Devil and Amanda Ogilvie.” The story depicts a fateful meeting between a troubled New York City publishing heiress and The Devil himself.
I am grateful to Editor-in-Chief Catalina Bonati for working with me to significantly improve the draft of the story that I originally submitted. And of course I am honored to see my writing showcased in this outstanding South American literary magazine.
From 159 lbs. on January 1 to 145.8 this morning.
Right — not amazing. (And I am obviously no Chris Hemsworth.) But it’s good for me.
I tried everything — including regularly walking five miles at a stretch. I actually GAINED weight. (There’s this weird, irresistible instinct that makes you EAT more, because you’re going on a long journey. I call it “hobbit syndrome.” Seriously!)
The ONLY way I could lose any weight was with calisthenics. Old school.