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Signs Are Everywhere

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I'm in the cafe writing, thinking about what I could possibly write for the blog. 
I have a pretty decent session with a story I'm tinkering with and then realize the time. 
I get up to go and just after pushing through the revolving doors, I see this.  I've talked about this before. There's a movie called The Secret. It's very interesting how things can come to you if you just think about them. 
As that story went, I had just finished the movie on my phone on the train into work when I looked up and saw a billboard that said STOP WAITING. 
The movie had just been talking about noticing the signs. 

The really strange thing about this sign, a wooden billboard with the words maybe painted on, was that I never saw it again after that day. 

Very strange. 
It was such a funny occurrence. I couldn't believe it. There was the sign I'd been looking for.
Sometimes we have to see these things to have it sink in. 
So here I am, the holidays are getting close, and I have nothing…

Horror with Marchese and Buller (Kris McFadden)

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This week we have on Kris McFadden AKA Tha Pessimist. 

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All Dolled Up With Nothing to Write

What do you write about when you have nothing to write about?

I remember as a kid having my favorite toy. 
When guests would come over, I'd grab that favorite toy and present it proudly. This is my toy, look, it represents what I feel about myself as a kid, and I'm proud of it. 
Of course (well, maybe) the adult never understood all the underlying connotations the toy represented.
That toy would never get used the way I wanted to use it, but I liked it. Loved it. Something about it, as if I could see into the future and all was okay, it was an alright place. 

It embodied something about myself, gave me a brief window into my adult years of thought. 

Yeah yeah, it was just a toy, I know. 
I would look at it and want to play with it, but never have the chance. And when I did it didn't live up to what I thought it would. Of course eventually the yearning fizzled out and new toys were had. 
But that toy was remembered, for the most part. 
I guess just having it was the great thing, kno…

New Episode on YouTube

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My writer buddy Gary Buller and I talk about horror and things with Mark Nixon. 

He is creator of Shadows at the Door. 

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I Love Hot Sauce

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The local convenience store has some great items. Gag items, old school toys--some from even before my days. 

The store was decked with all the holiday goods, even a Santa Claus beckoning in customers. 


He danced and lured and my daughter took a picture with him. He tightrope-walked the curb and we went into the store. 

Enough of that, I needed Christmas lights! Some of my current ones blew out. 

Chocolates and decorations and crazed consumers greeted me.

Ugh, I just want one thing! 

I go to where I know the lights are, where they've always been, of course not until I point out the cooler of the decorations and gag items to my wife like a little kid. 

Everything pulled my attention.


From the cool decorations, to the wild hot sauce concoctions they offered. 

And of course one of the lights I need wasn't there. 

I didn't want to go to the other place further away, plus that place was always packed and crazy. 

We ended up going across the street, to nothing better (and more expensive)…