I’m working backwards through the essays at this point, but that’s okay. I have a clear sense of where I’m going at the moment. This is the end of Act 1 of the Epilogue: Because I Loved, which takes place … Continue reading
I am putting the finishing touches on my fifth essay from The Summer of Run, a 4,000-word piece about the three most important life lessons I’ve ever been taught (by men other than my father, that is). Strangely, this has … Continue reading
This essay hasn’t come easily, but after 4 hours of writing tonight I’ve finally finished 2,000 words of Act 1. Here’s the stunning conclusion (Crossing the Threshold one might even say): I’d run the Percy Warner Park trail nearly 7 … Continue reading
Tonight’s essay wasn’t written. I stared at the screen for 90 minutes, trying to figure out what the hell I wanted to say. Or, more accurately, trying to figure out what the essay wanted to say. By the time I … Continue reading
I just finished the draft of my second essay for The Summer of Run: An Addict’s Journey. “Within the Deluge” tells the story of my very first moments at my very first campground, as the skies opened up and I … Continue reading
A man in Cincinnati jumped out of a hotel window. As he passed each floor, people could hear him say: “So far, so good.” – butchered joke told by Steve McQueen’s character in The Magnificent Seven I’m taking this week … Continue reading
I’ve promised myself that I shall write on The Summer of Run project every day for the next two months until I’ve finished. I’ll post bits and pieces of it as I go. Here’s what you get today, from a … Continue reading
Ten months ago, I gathered a group of ten students and former students and issued e a challenge: Write a book. This wouldn’t be for class credit. They wouldn’t get paid. There would be no external rewards that came with … Continue reading
My writing career was less than six months old in 1995 and things were not going well. I’d botched an interview with Jim Carroll. I’d choked a brief encounter with Hunter S. Thompson. I quit my job at Cincinnati CityBeat, … Continue reading
I’ve been derelict in my writing. I wish I could say that I haven’t been avoiding it, but the reality is I’ve let my life and school get between me and the words. It’s created a weird angst within me, … Continue reading
