There’s the joke about men turning 35 and having to pick between becoming obsessed with Civil War history or smoking meats. Growing up in the American South afforded sufficient opportunity to visit Civil War museums and battlefields ad nauseum, and I work in the food service industry. So those are out. But, as I willContinue reading “Getting Into an Expensive New Hobby”
Author Archives: John A. Underwood
2023
Once again, we find ourselves in that special place of thinking maybe this year will be different, maybe this year will be better. I despise this manner of thinking, though I still fall prey to it somewhat. A rounded rock covered with water and air corkscrews through endless night like spiraling down a toilet’s drain,Continue reading “2023”
Soundtrack
I write to music, always. I must have Noise. For a number of years, I’ve leaned toward instrumental music. Anything from classical (with a preference for the baroque) to drum and bass, so long as there isn’t a voice human or synthetic worming its way through my earholes and into my precious thought jelly withContinue reading “Soundtrack”
Random Access
“The dead man had something I need. Five hundred’s what I owed him, so five hundred’s what you get.”
“Five hundred for a retrieval job? What’s the catch?”
“If you’ll just get in the car, I can fill you in on the way.”
“Mama said never to get in cars with strange men.”
“You’ve known me over a year.”
“And yet, you remain strange.”
Sudden Inspirations
I posted recently about some writer’s block adjacent concerns, wherein I have a chapter that I’m unsatisfied with and consider unfinished but have decided to attempt moving on with the next chapter anyway. It’s difficult for me to do. What happens is what happens, but only after it happens. Until it happens, it hasn’t happenedContinue reading “Sudden Inspirations”
Dreambuilding: Unicycle
I’ve been dreaming about unicycles lately. But, like, electric motorized ones. People riding them pass by me as I meander city sidewalks in my slumber. The wheels are big, three and a half to four feet in diameter, wide enough for some real stability. The saddle rises up over the middle, with struts attaching itContinue reading “Dreambuilding: Unicycle”