From chapter four of, Mighty Gods, Small as Cherubs, The Epoch of Odd Mammals (The cherub characters are not angelic cherubs but are only cherubic in appearance; they are childlike versions of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Hestia, Hades, and Demeter):
The Invisible Spot on the Arrow of Time
The next day the cherubs’ education continued. After breakfast, Father Time assembled the three little gods and three little goddesses, Hermes, and Iris in the schoolhouse temple. He stood at the head of the class, in front of a whiteboard. In one hand he held a marker pen, in the other hand a laser pointer. On the board he drew a long blue line, and on the right end of the line he drew an arrowhead, so the line pointed from left to right.
“This is the arrow of time,” he said. “In the future, mortal humans called scientists will discover that time always moves from the left to the right. Put down your hand, Hades.” Continue reading
Disney’s Zootopia is the subject of a lawsuit by an established writer. When the movie came out I, a wannabe writer, wondered about some similarities to my book and series, Hounds Glenn. From the little I’ve read in the news, Gary Goldman’s complaints are far more substantial than the few similarities that had spooked my creative soul. It’ll be interesting to hear the verdict or settlement.
Anyway, years before Goldman filed suit, I totally dismissed my dark imaginings of some Disney employee having attended our book launches in San Diego and then stealing essential scenes or characters from my creation of a Hound’s Glenn world. Continue reading
This photo struck me as having a story behind it – or rather an opportunity to spin a yarn about it. Such an activity could be described, by some, as an elaborate Create-a-Caption for this Photo contest. But I think, maybe, it’s more like a squiggle contest.
A few weeks ago, during a hike with old friends, Ed Roxburgh brought up a name from our distant childhood past, Tom Hatten, who hosted a southern Californian children’s show. Every weekday afternoon, in between the Popeye cartoons, he conducted the squiggle contest. For those who didn’t grow up within the broadcast signal of KTLA (based in L. A. with reception in Continue reading
My deeply missed and darling wife, Cassandra, used to tell me the story of a friend’s husband who didn’t work and spent his time writing poetry that he never submitted much less sold. Why? Because he was averse to “selling out to the man”. If the story is accurate then the poet’s excuse doesn’t hold water: The pittance that poetry magazines offer can hardly be considered as “selling out”; and poetry editors are hardly ever described as “the man”. We laughed at that silliness and how I miss those moments. Continue reading