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 […]