Bill Gauthier's Blog, page 17
June 24, 2014
The Growth of Bill Gauthier, or Happy Anniversary, My Darlings
This Saturday marks my5th wedding anniversary to Pamela, and I have to say that I’m a little surprised. Surprised that five years have passed, surprised that she’s been by my side for seven years, and surprised that I haven’t somehow fucked the whole thing up. There’ve been near-misses, but here we are with an awesome […]
June 20, 2014
A Final Visit, or Seeing Your Roots Shrink
On April 20th, my mother sent me and my sister, Tracy, the following message on Facebook: Got some bad news a little while ago. Uncle Pete found out last week that he has lung cancer. He’ll be getting more tests and chemo starting this week. Auntie Pat said he’s having a hard time breathing. Dad’s […]
May 26, 2014
Who Am I?, or Harlan Ellison is 80 Tomorrow & I’m Just Coming to Age at 36
Something happened recently that made me question myself. I won’t go into specifics but it made mereally question myself. I came out stronger, I think. And a better person, I think. It may have even been one of the last real steps to me becoming–gasp!–an adult. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to sell […]
April 16, 2014
It’s a Beautiful Day In This Neighborhood, or Why Mr. Rogers Matters
This will be mysecond time writing about Fred Rogers, the first was back in September 2011 when I was still attempting to write my ill-fatedMediaBio blog. The reason I’m returning to the man the world knew as Mr. Rogers is because of his importance. My wife and I have introduced Genevieve to TV. More precisely,our […]
April 10, 2014
Riding the (Radio) Waves, or Listen to Me, Mom!
Sorry about the silence of the last…oh…shit. I just looked it up and my last post was inFebruary!Bad blogger! My apologies, my adoring public. I could give you the grocery list of reasons—being a teacher with grades due, stress, parenting a teenager, stress, parenting a toddler, stress, being a husband, stress, and stress—but I don’t […]
February 24, 2014
Leggo My Egon, or Goodbye, Mr. Ramis, A Childhood Hero
I’m saddened, as are many, by the news of Harold Ramis’s death. If you’re in my generation, his contribution toGhostbusters is the thing you automatically think of. I don’t know how many times I’ve answered the question, “What do you like to do?” with, “I collect spores, molds, and fungus.” Every now and then someone […]
February 18, 2014
The Middle Ages, or How John Green Messed My Head Up
So last week I sat down to watch John Green‘s Vlogbrothers video called, “A Middle Aged Man.” The title should have tipped me off right from the start. But it didn’t. So there I sat, ready to be entertained by Green’s witty, intelligent, and machine-gun-paced monologue when he points out, right at the beginning of […]
February 15, 2014
Hoping to Write Words, or The Virus: A Week In Review
I’m writing this on the iPad, so if there are major typos or just seemingly illiterate stuff that pops up, that’s probably why. I dare not try going into the office because I may wake–or alert–the Toddler, Genevieve. This week, G has been sick. Last weekend her normal morning congestion was extremely bad and went […]
January 22, 2014
Kids Do the Scariest Things, or How the 1-Year-Old Scared Her Parents
Back in July, I posted my feelings about trying to get the baby to take a nap on her own and listening to her cry. Having her Cry It Out was breaking my heart but I did what I thought was right and was steadfast and, eventually, Genevieve fell asleep. She slept an hour or […]
January 12, 2014
Insecurities & Other Fun Stuff, or Writing for Fun & Profit
One of the biggest problems with writing long fiction is the certainty that you’re fucking it all up. I’m about halfway through editing/revising the novel and I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked the whole thing upway beyond repair. Now keep in mind that there’s no evidence, not one iota, not a single scintilla, that would lead […]
