storytelling

  • Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…

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  • Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…

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  • Why I Write

    Why I Write

    Why do I write is a question I get from time to time. Most people assume it is for money. It is not. Writing has never been a good way to make money anyway, and I already have what I need in this life. I am grateful for that. I am not chasing more. Some…

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  • When a Life Becomes a Legend

    It is a strange moment when you begin to realize your life story has slipped out of your hands and into legend.

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  • The research behind Zombie Road is unlike anything I have ever done before. Every chapter has its own bibliography, and the full list of sources runs eleven pages long. I wanted readers to be able to trace the information, explore further if they wish, and see how each thread connects. This same approach will guide…

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  • The Last Chorus

    The door to the bar opened and light flooded in. The sun was rising outside but we didn’t care. We sat at the bar, still half-dreaming from the night before. Roy was behind it, wiping glasses, humming along to the sound system. I can still see him smiling at something silly Anni had just said…

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  • I write because I love it. Because something in me has always needed to create. The words come whether I want them to or not, and over time I’ve learned to stop resisting and just let them flow. But I won’t pretend I’m above it all. I have an ego. I want to be remembered.…

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