Sherlock Holmes: need I say more?
I’ve managed to fumble and bumble my way through a podcast production; at least, it’s audible. I discuss storytelling and explain why a book is just as relevant today as it was hundreds of years ago–it’s a human thing. Hope you enjoy!
HBO produced a terribly enjoyable horror anthology Tales from the Crypt. You’ll be treated to entertaining performances by Patricia Arquette, Dan Aykroyd, Demi Moore, Jeffrey Tambor, and other recognized actors and actresses who, you might say, bring the show to life.
A spotlight never shines on my team’s efforts. They work diligently behind the scenes. Their support make the books possible.
I had shoveled a few weeks ago. Snow is falling. It’s sort of beautiful, it blankets a city, it hides what we may not like. It’s early Spring. The snow has a price: I’ll shovel. I want to write.
I hit a radio drama jackpot when I discovered Suspense on YouTube. Blue Hours Productions is doing a marvelous job of reviving one the greatest American radio dramas of all time–maybe the best American radio drama of all time. Beside a YouTube series, a new show is broadcast every other week from over 200 radio
While searching the shelves of a local video store, I chanced upon the Daimajin boxed DVD set (Daimajin, Wrath of Daimajin, and Return of Daimajin). I’m a moth drawn to unusual or older Japanese movies, a viewer that just can’t keep his eyes off the light of the television once the intro rolls onto the
Spooked by urban legends? In The Ghost Train, a station master warns six stranded travelers of a local legend–anyone who spots the haunting train will die. But perhaps the characters discover more than ghostly machines on this stormy night. Perhaps, you and I discover more as the story progresses.
For the last few days, I’ve felt mixed up, confused. The Jacksonville trip was to be a getaway from unfavorable weather, but rain, damp, and fog have greeted me on arrival. While down here, I thought to relax–the book proof and other tasks say differently: the lawn has weeds, pictures need to be hung, the floors vacuumed, and
In high school, I lived on a literary diet of Stephen King’s novels. I couldn’t get enough. Carrie, ‘Salem’s Lot, Firestarter, The Stand, The Dead Zone and other works lay open at my reading table to sate my hunger, but I quickly craved more. So, I gobbled up copies of King’s other treats: Bachman novels