Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 30

Better Than

I simply do not understand racism. Oh, I understand that we humans like to draw distinctions, define the "Other" in the face of conflict. Such dichotomies make it easier to argue, to fight, to hate, to kill. I get that. Not a fan, but I get it. But why skin color?

We Two

——— the cat and I eat twice a day I serve her before myself a rule I learned from a rabbi and she finishes her meal before I even sit down covering the leftovers with invisible leaves before returning to the maintenance of her fur or to toy with a dirty sock panther-dragged from room […]

Quoth the Raven

I was missing London last week. I really felt the need to go for a visit. Luckily, I had a book in my TBR pile that was waiting to take me there. 

Looking Back, Looking Forward

Some weeks are so disjointed, so fractious, that I find it difficult to settle on a topic for my regular post. This has been one of those weeks.

Go With Throttle Up

Science Fiction has had a tough go of it over the decades, and oft-times it's been with good reason.

Summer’s End

—————— September’s broken Summer’s back and strewn the brazen vault with patchwork gauze to tease the thirsty land with promises of rain. —————— Advertisements

From Cocoa to Cataracts

Ever see something and it reminds you of something, which reminds you of something else, which . . . . . . And you look up and realize that thirty minutes have ticked by while you've been wandering the warrens of memory? Yeah. That.

Value

———————— the day I learn what I am truly worth to you is the day I learn what you are truly worth to me ————————   Advertisements

Low-Tech Reading

Through this period, I felt the lack of fiction, not only as a needed escape from the real world, but also as part of my education and development as a writer.

Experimenting on Others

Summer is not my most productive season for writing. There are too many distractions—gatherings, to-dos, house guests, falling into an overheated swoon—and this summer has had more than its normal share, what with the passing of companion animals, a switch from office-office to home-office, and most recently, a week of sitting bleary-eyed, head-achy, and miserable, waiting for the smoke from wildfires to clear. Also, I was editing a book.