Would it be cliché to say this is my life right now? This is the interior of my mind? Probably. I already said that in my last post. The hole, you know. The Maw. What's it mean to have a hole in your soul? Does it mean you are unhappy? That's not right. It may … Continue reading Progress
Category: houses
The Maw
I’ve got this thing for houses. I like old houses best. I like the smell of old wood, I like the way light comes through single pane glass and old glazing. I even like the dust motes endlessly hovering along stairwells or sitting like ghosts in empty rooms. Today, for the record, is the day … Continue reading The Maw
Painting the Pink Room
It’s become apparent that the sale of my book is inextricably linked to the sale of our old house, three blocks down the hill. We moved last summer and couldn't sell it; we rented it, our tenants moved out and we kept it vacant, believing it would show a lot better empty. Somehow my lovingly … Continue reading Painting the Pink Room
The Myth of Home Improvement
A decade ago it was fun to decide to redo the floors of our newly purchased, old house. A week later, knee deep in crow bars, piss-stained carpet, damp foam padding, and nasty linoleum, I changed my mind. Forever. This is one of those things, like writing a book, that in fantasy seems like it’s … Continue reading The Myth of Home Improvement