For the last fifteen or so years I've been living with a bunch of dead guys at a motel in West Texas. Like the characters in my stories, I'd really like to move on, see the world, go places. But I'm just like them. Anchored by love, worn down by circumstances and fascinated by how much there really is underneath it all. So I keep writing their stories and tell myself that someday, when I've got this all out of my system, I'll write deep, meaningful literature about... something else. In the meantime, this is a place for the short attention spanned. I'm making a commitment to keep it small here. Flash fiction and scenes from the life inspired by, The Bella Vista Motel.
Hello again. After a long silence here, I'm back to plant a redirect sign to my new site.
Now, usually when someone does this, it's because they have some super fancy upgraded word yacht to launch with flags whipping in the wind and some serious promotion goals in mind. That's not the case here. I just spent about six months off the grid. I pulled in to focus on my writing and assess my situation. The conclusion I came to was that the writing has to remain my primary focus, but continuing on as a disconnected hermit was a bad idea.
I've combined my Vintage Vice site with the blog posts from here and I'll be developing my online presence anew. I'll leave this site up for archival purposes, but it would please me if you'd head on over to Vintage Vice and let me know I'm still welcome, even though my word yacht is currently a paper boat.