I was walking— walking the long suburban sidewalks of America, the ones that loop past cul-de-sacs like tired thoughts, past mailboxes shaped like trout and pickup trucks, when I saw the folding table of destiny. Two Girl Scouts. Sashes jangling with merit badges like jazz cymbals. Boxes stacked like small cardboard temples to the holy union of the munchies and capitalism. A sign written in marker: COOKIES — $6 Six dollars, man. Six dollars to soothe your hunger. Six dollars

I hit the road like a wandering mind, sun on vinyl highway, heart plugged to the rhythm of asphalt, seeking the big spectacle in the desert of winter Sundays, where legends and commercials bloom into holy madness. Super Bowl LX? Super Bowl LX! Not a number but an incantation, a neon oracle that whispers, 6:30 p.m. ET at Levi’s Stadium in Santa Clara, where the Patriots and Seahawks dance the ancient dance of pigskin destiny. I see the tassels of antennas rising like prophets,

Now that Someone Else's Book Club is out in the wild, I'm hard at work on the next novel in the Kilroy Universe: The Department of Potentially Dangerous Things. I'll reveal more details as it comes along but wanted to start by teasing the opening. Here is an excerpt from the first scene of the new book: ******* The Herpezoid Junkcruiser chugs along at the speed of blight. In most corners of the galaxy, the Herpezoid Junkcruiser is considered less a spacecraft and more a caut

O beaver-headed Buddha of the big highway, I saw your face on its siren’s call billboard thirty miles before my soul was ready to pee or be free— and the road sang, pull over, brother, pull over. Sunset like melted orange vinyl glinting on the chrome bones of America— and me, zooming through the long flat Texas hum with my heart drumming bop rhythms on the steering wheel of destiny, reading your billboards like scripture on the wind: RESTROOMS SO CLEAN WE PUT MINTS IN THE URI

SEND HELP (2026) Rachel McAdams: Linda Liddle Dylan O'Brien: Bradley Preston Screenplay by Damien Shannon and Mark Swift Directed by Sam Raimi Rated R for Strong/Bloody Violence and Language I've worked with people like Linda Liddle and Bradley Preston. Linda is the worker bee, dedicated to the job that she does all too well. Maybe too well. She was promised a promotion only to see it given to Donovan, the younger, inexperienced golf buddy and fraternity brother of the CEO. S

This post first appeared on my old blog on December 24, 2018. It's hard to believe that it has been 10 years since I lost sight in my left eye and embarked on the journey toward a prosthetic replacement. *** It all started about 3 years ago. After a rare workout at our office gym, I experienced a  central retinal vein occlusion . A retinal specialist attempted to treat it with  a steroid shot into my eyeball  which is awful and traumatic as it sounds. I pleaded with the guy n

I'm plowing through edits and revisions for the next novel, Someone Else's Book Club. The chapter I'm currently working on is when the...

This is an excerpt from my next novel, Someone Else's Book Club. The book is in its final revisions. More to come. ****** Preface to The...

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