Writers and Artists on Creative Habits, Accepting Self-Doubt, and the Rewards of Perseverance

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Reed and Robeson Podcast

Reed and Robeson Podcast

Spent some time today listening to a really interesting Guardian podcast on Black History.

Paul Robeson was one of my father’s greatest heroes. He represented my dad’s ideal of well-rounded excellence – athlete, scholar, and activist. Australian writer Jeff Sparrow has a new biography out on Robeson’s life.

Ishmael Reed is an author who’s been on my radar for awhile, but I have not yet read any of his writing. Penguin Classics has just released his 1973 release Mumbo Jumbo.

Listen to the podcast here.

Dust

Dust

I came, a-wearying

story in my hand,

not realizing that most folks had it in mind

to go to the movies instead.

 

So, I drank iced water,

bruising my past in the process,

and I hurried to make it to the party

before it was over

and the doors were locked.

 

I walked for hours that night

Dry and restless,

the dust shaken from my feet.

The quick laughed with the dead,

and it was no surprise to me

when I found

no room at the inn.

Follow

“I’m not afraid of ugly. Many of the poets I follow paint a picture of the world that is black and red. Not beautiful, but a slap in the face. Screaming wake up. In their posts there is no hate, just truth.”

The Other Stuff

When I hit follow, I mean it.

Many WordPress users follow blogs simply to get a follow back. To boost their numbers. I understand this. Because it happens to me so infrequently, getting a follower is like a small hit of crack. A rush.

Topping a milestone, 100, 200, etc, is something more. But I don’t really know what because it’s only happened to me once. A few months ago, I bypassed one hundred followers. And I’m now one away from two hundred.

I won’t trade for follows. I don’t want my reader filled with unreadable content. For the most part, I don’t want to read about travel or makeup or restaurants in a city I’m not planning to visit. I don’t want to read about books I’ll never read. Or movies I’m not going to watch.

I want to read about people. I want to read about goals…

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That Was Quick!

Another great piece of imaginative fiction from author Scott Michael Stenwick.

SCOTT MICHAEL STENWICK: AUTHOR AND ESOTERICIST

My new science fiction novella The Pathless Void is now available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords. If you’re a fan of old-school science fiction, check it out. I think you will like it.

As an aside, I think this is the first story I’ve ever published anywhere that doesn’t have anything paranormal in it whatsoever, unless you count speculative future technology and a salvaged alien spacecraft. But there are no spells or psychic powers or anything like that, just aliens and tech. Enjoy!

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Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

Echo:  A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

We all could do *much worse than hang out with a Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha. Seem too good to be true, friends? Well, just check it out and you’ll become a believer.

Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

I’m wheeling through the blackness of space, humming to myself in Transcendental Enochian, picking and eating a few stars here, a few asteroids there…I pass by Andromeda and sidle up to her.  “Wassap ‘Droms?  You wanna merge black holes?  Mine is WAY bigger than the other—” she cuts me off with:  “Ew—no.  Leave me alone Kent.  Your galactic spheroids gross me out.  I’m gonna go see what Milky Way’s up to.”  Andromeda whisks away and I yell out, “Milky Way isn’t even his real name—it’s a porn name!  Anyone can see that!  He’s gonna leave a mess all over your face, neck, and chest!  Geez, how obtuse ARE you??”  She raises one of her spiral arms at me and gives me an obscene gesture.  Gamora’s boobies, what do I do now?  The supermassive black hole at the center of my body is throbbing and it needs to MERGE dammit!  The…

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