If you ever cry on television, I hope it sounds like this. (From "Intervention" on A&E)

I generally have noise in my car on the way home from work. A baseball game or some music usually, and sometimes the all-news radio station if a big story in the world piques my interest. On occasion I’ve even listened to classical music, particularly if I’m stressed. But yesterday ...

My absence in this space for the past little while can be directly attributed to my own analysis paralysis. As I wrote before, I’ve committed to writing fiction, but I’ve been so overwhelmed by it that I’ve barely even started. Yesterday I was chatting with my agent, trying once again ...

I have tons of books on how to write fiction. Books about dialogue and plot and characterization. I have novels in my bookcase with little yellow sticky notes stuck to pages I liked. There are paragraphs bracketed in red ink, some with stars next to them, some with little words ...

Hi. I'm wearing Oakley Split Jackets with no lenses and listening to phat rhymes. Thought you should know.

“Hi, daddy,” she says sweetly. I look up from my book and see a form that sounds and smells like my seven-year-old daughter. But something is off. Something has happened to her face. She looks…undead. “Hi, kid,” I say back, smiling through my terror so as not to scare the ...

Many years ago I worked for an agency that marketed itself to real estate agents, and the sales strategy this agency employed was ostensibly this: get the agents to believe that they’ll suck if they don’t buy our advertising. As employees, a pre-requisite for attending one of our sales seminars ...

I don't get out much but I'll be in Atlanta in about fifty days to speak at the first Modern Media Man (M3) Summit. Although I'm certain I shouldn't be saying these words, the M3 Summit is shaping up to be the male equivalent to BlogHer, complete with mondo corporate ...

Most mornings I’m Rob Thomas. Depending on the weather and the traffic and my blood-caffeine level, I’m either Rob solo or Rob from Matchbox 20. But for the last, oh, four months or so, I’ve been Rob. Every weekday morning. I push the gas pedal down, crank the volume on ...

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