July 2020

July 31, 2020


There was a half-moon in the sky and a large man in a red pick-up truck was talking to somebody on the phone about Jesus.

July 30, 2020


“You can put on a jacket,” she says, “but you can’t take off your skin.”

July 29, 2020


When I consider the man I want to become, I often picture myself as someone who prays.

July 28, 2020


Today’s headlines featured phrases about “demon sperm” and “the umbrella man” because we’ve slipped into a psychedelic hell.

July 27, 2020


A list of things that inspired the book I’m writing.

July 26, 2020


The seven o’clock cheers faded long ago.

July 25, 2020


It’s two-thirty in the morning, and a caravan of motorcycles and dune buggies are growling up First Avenue, their engines rattling the windows.

July 24, 2020


The Stand brought me back to teenage nights of staying awake into the small hours with a flashlight, promising myself just one more chapter.

July 23, 2020


It doesn’t matter if the nail is in the exact right place, so long as it’s holding together two pieces of wood.

July 22, 2020


And for a lunatic moment I wonder if it will keep raining until everything is washed clean.

July 21, 2020


I remember speeding across a blank Oklahoma plain dotted with pump jacks and cattle pens.

July 20, 2020


Finishing a project means closing doors, killing darlings, and foreclosing possibilities.