I got published! Okay, okay, let’s not get too excited here. This wasn’t a professional gig by any stretch. I didn’t get paid in cash, though I suppose a free copy and one year subscription is better than the ubiquitous “exposure”. Nonetheless, something I wrote is forever captured in the printed pages of a […]
Well that was weird. I finally read a book I actually liked. Dare I say, loved? This is no small feat I can assure you. That bookmark down there is not only genuine but germane. It was given to me by an aunt who knows my reading quirks all too well. A fitting gift if there […]
In what seems to have been the passing of a mere handful of months, I am actually commemorating the official on year anniversary of my very first blog post. Invoke your most treasured passage of time cliché and marvel at the fact that A Crock of Schmidt is indeed one year old. Already!
Like seemingly everyone else, I too went through an Antiques Roadshow addiction a few years ago. I’d watch breathlessly as everyday people would shuffle forth with their family heirlooms and flea market discoveries each hoping they were in possession of a rare, miracle find worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. Most would […]
Two months ago I provided the world a great pleasure by publishing what is arguably the worst horror story ever written. It is the worst because it is not very good, of course, but also because it’s not bad enough to be loved for its badness. It will never become a cult classic or shared […]
“You should be a writer.” I have heard or read that phrase many times over the past two decades of letter writing. And no, not just from my mother. Actually I don’t think my mother has ever said that; what the hell, mom? It’s certainly flattering to hear from friends and family and it gives […]
Midlife crises happen to us all. For some they’re as brief and singular as a Dr. Pepper belch while for others they have the endurance of a porn star after ingesting a cupcake covered in Viagra sprinkles and as varied as the breeds at the Westminster dog show. As you might have surmised, or sadly […]
I must admit that I had no shortage of reservations before I began reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. My literary man crush with Neil Gaiman has been a touch tricky over the years, more often college love affair than adult romance. As with all tumultuous relationships I was […]
Holy bejeebers this is terrifying. I began this blog journey almost two months ago (that after years of contemplation) and I’ve still not produced a single, genuine blog post. Hardly the makings of a successful blog, but then again I never thought I’d feel so overwhelmed exposing myself thusly on the world wide interwebby.