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Silence

Just as a heads up: I’m out to Puerto Rico tonight, so no updates for the next week. In addition to the recent slowdown in updates, I guess that means I’m in full hiatus mode. It’s fine I should be there, however: I’ve been drained as of late, and ideas seem not to come to me, but rather to swoosh by during inopportune times, just to taunt me with the shadow of their existence once I finally get to writing. I need a break.

I probably won’t have any internet access over the next week, so if you need to reach me and don’t have my phone number, you’re out of luck. Heck, even if you do have my phone number you’re probably still out of luck.

I’ll be back next week, refreshed and, hopefully, once again ready to tell tales. But for now, to put it simply, I’m spent.

It’s a Bit Surprising I’m Still Thinking Like This

I write. A lot. Problem is, a good chunk of it — three quarters, or more, I would venture to say — is total crap. Well, not total, but it certainly isn’t great. In fact, most of it isn’t even good. Nevertheless, I still write. A lot.

If you’ve been reading for a while you know that my posting frequency has diminished from a high of five (and sometimes more) posts per week to a paltry weekly posting. The reason for this is multi-fold, but it really boils down to a few big reasons: Continue reading ‘It’s a Bit Surprising I’m Still Thinking Like This’

A Land Not Soon Forgotten

Just a heads up, I’ve just published an article for a British site, Calling America, titled A Land Not Soon Forgotten. (The title was a play on the title of the book Land Remembered, which traces the story of the fictional MacIvey family of Florida from 1858 to 1968.) Here’s their synopsis of the story:

A story about a young Puerto Rican boy growing up in the city of Tampa and overcoming cultural differences.

And here’s a clip: Continue reading ‘A Land Not Soon Forgotten’

Dead Week

In college, we called the week right before finals “dead week.” During this week there were no parties, no activities, no outside BBQ’s… Just a bunch of students huddled up in Cooper Hall or in the library, or in the practice rooms, or in the labs and studios, trying to cram a semester’s worth of information into their brains, praying that it stuck there long enough to pass the exam. (Really, did anyone ever study any other way? I mean, outside of those weirdos who actually wanted to learn what they were learning. And post-graduate students.) Continue reading ‘Dead Week’