The Maltman

Happy birthday to my big brother, Steve! Wandering the Howff again, trolling for material I suppose as always. That’s what I do all the time. You know that by now, don’t you? That’s what writers do: absorb everything and turn it sideways and fit it into stories. You have to turn it slant, as Emily…

Another Experiment: Not Waving

The internet offers all kinds of ways to distribute writing. I’ve already put up free copies of this novel I wrote way back when I lived in Los Angeles. This is the one that an agent called “too relentlessly dark”. Feh! Just because its title comes from a Stevie Smith poem about someone drowning —…