Tuesday 11/25/25 I don't look at it as writing because I see what everyone else writes, and how they write, and I see what writers throughout history have done, and what they did and do isn't what I do. What I do is a different thing. It's something else. And there isn't anything else similar to this thing I do. I've been working on "Dead Thomas" this morning. It's getting close. Got 1000 words shorter so far today--down to 6500 words. We'll do some prose offs later. You thi

Tuesday 11/25/25 It'll never happen--he would need to be alive--but Red Sox broadcaster Ned Martin should be in the Hall of Fame. One of the best to do it from a time when people were better at their jobs. Erudite and entertaining. Hearing his voice on the air was baseball. Baseball in New England. Boston Red Sox baseball. Martin didn't have the national presence that Vin Scully did. But does the idea of the Boston Red Sox as being indicative of the life forces of New England

Monday 11/24/25 I include something like this in the record because it's telling and says a lot. And I think the truth and being forthright and clear and putting words to what is happening and why and what I am and why what I'm doing is not what others are doing is crucial to whatever chance I have, if I have any chance. Addressing things, to get ahead of other things, and stopping the negating of a chance because someone who can't or hasn't thought isn't or won't be aware on

Monday 11/24/25 I just composed a 2600 word essay. It's ten AM. I've written 5000 words thus far today, which doesn't include the considerable amount of work on "Boom the Ball." This essay is brilliant, hilarious, sobering, unpredictable, and sure to induce multiple forms of tears. This had to be done today if it is going to run this year, but it may have to wait until next year. This is how it begins: Before Thanksgiving became a speed bump on the capitalist road between Hal

Monday 11/24/25 A couple months ago there was an entry in this record of a pick-up soccer game I chanced upon. A most ordinary event. Which no one would really notice, or certainly make anything of. But I don't know what will compel with the full depth and range of the soul or inspire me. Sometimes the latter happens with myself. I do or make something without thinking anything of it as being anything beyond whatever that was, but I also have a way of getting at myself, of re

Monday 11/24/25 The Chiefs may have saved their season yesterday. If they hadn't come from behind and then beaten the Colts in OT that would have been it for the playoffs. Watched some of the Cowboys-Eagles game, which the Eagles led 21-0, though I thought the Cowboys could still make it a game. Wasn't impressed by Philadelphia. In some games, a team is three scores better than the other team, and in some other games one team has just happened to score three times and the oth

Saturday 11/22/25 No one in publishing would let the story that this comes from be seen, because it was done by the only person who could have done it, but as I've said, it's special. It's not enough to say that. But there's not anything else I can do right now. Never used to envy old people, but I bet it’s comforting if you aren’t dependent on anyone and live on your own terms. Clean yourself. Get the names of your kids right every time. Drive to meet a friend for “a nice li

Saturday 11/22/25 As it says. From the earliest hours of this morning. This is now done after a couple months' of work on it. Physics defying. How can there be so much in so few words? But as I wrote on the blog recently, word counts are like years; they aren't necessarily an indication of anything, depending on what you're doing.       Then one day you’re just gone, which is different than no longer here.           I'm giving things a hard push. A last push? I don't know. Bu

Saturday 11/22/25 Best opinion writer in the world. Wrote the piece this comes from yesterday. It's not going to run anywhere probably. Still. Look at that. The episode’s set-up is simple, but I’m increasingly uncertain if much of what we consider simple actually is or whether it’s just that well-designed and vital. Bob is supposed to go with his wife Emily to visit her family for Thanksgiving in Seattle, but he feels—not entirely altruistically—that he can’t leave his patie

Friday 11/21/25 When people say, "This wasn't how life was supposed to be"--which usually is in reference to their own lives, rather than some societal condemnation--what they really mean is, "This isn't how I wanted/want my life to be." The former suggests a lack of causality, as if something was inexplicably befouled in the pipeline that was meant to connect A to B to C as if by divine ordinance. We can almost always see cause, though. The reasons why. I can certainly see a

Thursday 11/20/25 Phoned my mother on Wednesday after not speaking with her for a while to see how she is doing/feeling. People treat me in ways I don't deserve--no one would--to be treated. In a sense, I have no one. In the case of my mother, I know she loves me, and she is certainly there for me in some ways, but not in others. My work is central to the latter. And my situation, which is too painful for her, I think, to deal with. She wants me to be okay, but because she ca

Thursday 11/20/25 It's impossible to underestimate how much people now want to hear themselves talk, to go and go and go as long as they can manage to go before someone else stops them or walks away, like they are some expert as they say the most basic, mundane things. They always have time for this. If they can talk straight for fifteen minutes in such a fashion, they will. By "talk," I also mean online commentary. The idea that we are so busy is one of the great lies of our

Thursday 11/20/25 I used to see--because I'd take a gander, and then I never had to again--people I had dated who describe themselves as a writer in their social media bio and on LinkedIn, which is hilarious, and a lie, because none on them wrote or write any more than your cat does. It's just this thing people say about themselves in their brokenness to the extent that nearly everyone, it seems, says it, and have no compunction or reservation or shame in doing so (well, unle

Wednesday 11/19/25 Anyone who uses and favors the line, "Language is fluid," will be, at best, on the verge of illiteracy, and the line is their attempt to cover this up while also deflecting criticism towards someone else who is literate or that they fear is literate. No person with a basic grasp of grammar and spelling--and that's leaving out the knowledge of what very basic words mean--will say this line, which is one of those lines that is said many, many, many times--whe

Monday 11/17/25 The Bunker Hill Monument reopened at last on Saturday. I had showered and eventually set off for Charlestown for what was intended mostly as a reconnaissance mission, as I wasn't confident that the Monument would be open after having been closed the two prior days, but it was, so at about 1:15 I got the word to go in (people had been there right at one o'clock when they opened, and only twenty-five people are allowed inside at once) and did five circuits in a

Sunday 11/16/25 The Patriots can win the Super Bowl this year. Wait, what? I'm the one saying this? Mr. Very Critical of the Patriots? I am! Every team in the league is flawed and suspect. The league lacks for iron. The recipe for winning at present is the quarterback, limiting your mistakes, and being "good" by letting the other team make more mistakes than you that play a large or significantly costly role in their own defeat. Those mistakes, coupled with decisive plays by

Friday 11/14/25 I was at the CVS the other day, where a couple of humans are employed just for the purpose of unlocking those barriers on the shelves so you can get a tube of toothpaste or jar of mixed nuts. I get those things online, because I'm not going to go to a store, press a button, wait until someone turns up, then head to another aisle, press a button, wait, etc. Anything I get at CVS has to be something that's not under lock and key. Anyway, it's almost entirely sel

Friday 11/14/25 I know someone who is a serial liar. They've lied to me thousands of times in the time I've known them, and that isn't an exaggeration. This person has gone on about how I can trust them, but there is no one I trust less (and I am someone all alone) or who, given context, what they know about me and what I'm up against and what my life is, has hurt me more. They've said, all passionately, "I'd help you bury the body," as to how far they'd go for me, which is k

Wednesday 11/12/25 Trying to get a number of things up on here pertaining to music, film, art, literature, sports, the world, life, the Beatles, horror, the Grateful Dead. It's a lot. That's why there hasn't been Everything wrong with publishing  entries and prose offs , because when these other things are done, it's going to be a bloodbath in these pages as per publishing and assorted people therein. I'm trying to clear the decks, because the bloodbath will be taking the flo

Tuesday 11/11/25 Unfucking real piece of work. I'm getting close to done. Each page goes an uncountable number of pages deep. Tired for wasted years, more tired looking for what’s hard to believe exists and investing in it all the same. Saving up for the babysitter to go out on another date that’s bound to be bad. I half expect this girl who is nice and very put together and brings her AP homework and who has raised her rate a second time in the last year to say, “That’s capi

Tuesday 11/11/25 I saw Samuel Fuller's Pickup on South Street from 1953 at the Brattle Sunday. First time I've seen it on the big screen. It was 4K DCP rather than 35mm. I'm more of a stickler than others are as to what constitutes film noir. Others familiar with the term apply it liberally to basically any black and white B-movie crime picture from the 1940s and 1950s. Most of those films aren't what I think of as noir. In my view, you need a femme fatale. Fatalism must be

Tuesday 11/11/25 As it says. This is very good. No film writing like it. Done this morning. And yet, no one feels quite as blameless as Lon Cheney’s Larry Talbot from 1941’s The Wolf Man . The first Karloff Frankenstein film is a cautionary tale, but The Wolf Man is tragedy, the first and best horror film in this sundered vein. You’d think with all the untimely deaths that the tragic would be more in evidence with horror, but it’s always been something of a surprising rarity

Monday 11/10/25 Strong work this morning on a masterpiece of a story. Hard, intense work. These stories go so deep. Every shape of every letter in them is playing a major part. This isn't even writing. It's something else. Many things have been published lately. I haven't gotten into any of that in this journal. The News section hasn't been updated yet either. Ran 3000 stairs in the rain at City Hall. Did 100 push-ups. The tree is up at Faneuil Hall sans lights. But it's ther

Monday 11/10/25 It's hard to to believe that there's anything public-facing in Boston--out in the open, I mean, that you happenstancely become aware by going about your day--that is run worse than the MBTA. Late yesterday morning I walked to Charles MGH to get the Red Line to Harvard in order to attend a screening at the Brattle. I left early because I thought maybe I'd make a quick stop at the Harvard Art Museums, or, if the timing didn't work out, just sit and read my book