“The Antimeridian”: A Free Short Story!
www.seanmunger.comSome of you may not be aware that there’s a fairly recent short story of mine, available for free on your e-reader from Lulu.com. It’s available here. (And it’s also available on the iBookstore). If you don’t have an e-reader, you can download Adobe Digital Editions here (for free) and read it on your computer. Here is the story synopsis: “From Switzerland to Spain to a remote island in the South Pacific that straddles the International Date Line, Dale is being chased all around the world–or at least he thinks he is. His pursuer, a creature called Hieroglyphus, is trying to control the space-time continuum by means of something called the Ideal Clock. There’s just one problem: at any given moment Dale can never be sure where–or who–Hieroglyphus is. This short story by Sean Munger, author of “Life Without Giamotti,” explores the boundaries of human conceptions of time, and why time may not always be as straightforward as
June 3 ROW Check-in
Steph Nickel's Eclectic InterestsAnd…this is me… Editing ~ I hope to finish the first edit of my friend’s manuscript by Friday. It is such a good story. I can’t wait until I hold a paper copy. More editing ~ Today (Saturday), I should complete the final read-through of the manuscript I’ve been working on for a while. Even more editing ~ After my new client goes through her YA manuscript again, I will get started on the edit. Rewriting ~ My client really likes the rewrite. I hope to get it done by the end of the month, if not before. Ghostwriting ~ I’m hoping to have this pretty much wrapped up mid-month. And yes, now it’s official…I will be covering Danielle’s duties as Church Administrator while she’s on mat leave. I will still try to submit four things before the end of the month. (Thanks again for the deadline, Gene.) If, however, I don’t make it, I’m not going to beat myself up. By the way…Seems I need a little craziness in my life. I ha
Uganda: tough choices
A year of reading the world
That Damn Writers Block
Followers Assemble
Indy Car, Airplanes and Old Stories
Life In The Realm of Fantasy
Little Graveyard audiobook available now
Steven E. Wedel
Penticost
Evil Dick's Blogshe perches cubist angel in white linen on the edge of an unfeathered nest his eyes wide with the pillars of the universe the gate open wet velvet with raw footage chaste commentary extolling the virtues clean living the path of excess the temple before him sounding the hour of redemption she descends while chains shatter the core resonates the stones cry out and words are carved lest any forget come inside she speaks in foreign tongues he enters without a pause
A Review of Searching for God Knows What
hankrules2011Searching for God Knows What by Donald Miller My rating: 3 of 5 stars I’m not a fan of Miller’s Blue Like Jazz. I think it’s an immature book written by an immature writer. This book — Searching for God Knows What — seems a vast improvement to me, albeit still with the same scatter shot, rambling topical approach to the book. I’ve got to admit to being annoyed with Miller’s writing style. It’s certainly not linear, and perhaps I like linear a bit too much, but Miller jumps all over the place. Sometimes I think each chapter of his could stand on its own, as they don’t seem to have all that much in common with each other. However, I wanted to like this book. I was disappointed, then, to feel like it started out like Blue Like Jazz. At some point, though, Miller seemed to tighten things up a bit. A more lucid, more mature style of writing emerged that I occasionally found gripping. The final pages I found to be quite good, actually. Fo
MARRIAGE PROPOSAL AND TOUR de JAVA
But Even If I Cutt Off My Hands, It'd Be No UseToday is my Brother Joseph’s Day. This is the day when he – witnessed by our family members, and some guests applying for a marriage to Clara, my future sister in law. This is his second marriage, indeed. I didn’t attend this ceremony, well… this is a common thing I guess. Anyway the party was carried out in Clara’s parent’s house somewhere in a village. So I choose to stay in town not because I don’t like a place called “village”, it’s merely ’cause I know I won’t be needed there. So, this afternoon, Sofie rang me. She informed a bad news about our tour-plan, Tour de Java is canceled ! Am I shocked ?? Not at all.. Contrary I feel grateful for every thing that has made it “canceled”. In the situation like this, how can you think about vacation, travelling or something similar with that? Whatever, above all the tour has been canceled, and that quite make me “pffiuuhhh…”
Beer Geeks and Foodies Unite
Brandon VogelYou know the story. Beer geek meets foodie. They fall in love. They can never go out anywhere because most of the truly great beer joints fail to deliver on the eats while most of the fun food spots are pouring little more than Chimay and that local beer that you have all the time. Washington D.C.’s Birch and Barley was created to bridge that gap and, after a visit last summer that resulted in perhaps the best brunch I’ve ever had, I’m of the opinion that it succeeds better than most. If you’re going to D.C. please go there. I had the opportunity to interview executive chef Kyle Bailey for the latest edition of Food Loves Beer magazine. Here’s what he had to say on the challenge of changing expectations for what a “beer bar” can be: That was our number one challenge. We opened Birch and Barley and Churchkey the same day. The day we opened there was a line down the block and I was extremely frightened. People wanted this place open for a long ti
Highlights From June 2012 #BeTheOne Tweetchat
Be The One BlogBridgetHaymond Good morning glad you can join us for #BeTheOne tweetchat – welcome! BridgetHaymond Today’s theme is educate: to acquire skill, information or knowledge, it implies receiving lessons to gain understanding #BeTheOne BridgetHaymond Q1 What type or course of study/education/training has been most meaningful in your own life? #BeTheOne Cybuhr A1: The type where the teacher cares & connects. #BeTheOne gingerconsult: A1: Life lessons, experience have been the greatest teachers #BeTheOne KatCaverly A1: ongoing research and development of skills outside of the classroom, I never stop learning. #BeTheOne BridgetHaymond A1 My Biblical and Theological training has been the most meaningful to me both personally and professionally. #BeTheOne KatCaverly Life is an education. #BeTheOne Learning is optional. KateNasser Life lessons have been the most meaningful for they have integrated tested/illustrated what I have studied in school. #betheone pdncoach A1 Rigor of coach
Can’t choose or afraid to choose?
The voices in my headI’m beginning to realise just how rarely I pick for myself what to do. It’s either working hard or complete vegging out – it seems that if there’s not something I have to do, then I’d rather waste time than deliberately spend it on something that might turn out to be a waste of time. Hm. That doesn’t even make sense to me! You see, if I’ve chosen to do something, and that turns out to be wrong, that’s my fault. And I can’t bear the thought of that. Far better to retreat into myself and do nothing. At least if I know I’m deliberately wasting time, that’s understandable. But if I feel it’s something that’s worthwhile and I turn out to be wrong, then – oh, I can’t explain it even to myself. All I know is that I’ll deliberately choose to waste time playing games on the computer rather than doing something constructive. And it’s starting to really annoy me. I recently broke up with some fri
Roger Ebert gets a history lesson
Blithe SpiritHe parades his ignorance, is not wholly opposed to persecution of (ah, special treatment for?) Catholics. Doesn’t want to compromise his liberal credentials, apparently. HHS mandate? Problem there?
A Nomad’s Song
ecofinanalysisYou asked me why I wear a headgear, It is to protect me from the heat’s radar, You laughed derisive why I wrap my face, That you, be aware neutralises sands’ graze, I ride your scorn on my unkempt tunic, That is turning brown with orderly panic, The howling winds that twirl the dunes, In eerie growl seeking mate’s moans, Camels of hope snorting ride me away, Oasis hunt in trudges as despair holds sway, I am Caesar of fleeting shifting grains, Praying from prey and avoidable strains, I wander seeking non existent joy trade, All i know is that by fate we are waylaid.
More from “Withholding”–Discount Book City, Part I.
The Great IndoorsmanDiscount Book City–1995-98–3 1/2 years–Full-Time Sales Clerk and Book Appraiser. [I had planned to move to my parents's house in the country outside of Bellville, Texas for the summer of 1994 in order to help my parents out, since my father was gravely ill and my mother had to both nurse him and look after a sixty-acre property. But when my father died in May my mission changed to providing my mother with company during the early months of her grief. This arrangement didn't work out and eventually I was asked to leave.] …I finished my degree requirements. My mother said there was no need to order a cap and gown, since after twelve years there was nobody to go see me graduate. [My father was dead, my grandfather was in a nursing home, and none of my friends still lived in Huntsville.] She told me to have my diploma mailed to me. I went to Austin to job-hunt. But I was so fucked-up with grief that I just wanted to get back to Bellville. I talked myself into belie
