In the Writers Room (with Firewater) #18: Kill ‘Em All on the Page (where to dig up your fictional villains)

My relationship with my blood family is complicated. I don’t think I’m unique in that. Most of us carry some mixture of love, resentment, and bewilderment when we think about where we came from. And if you’re a writer, all that baggage has to go somewhere. For me, it went straight into my villains. My […]

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The Future is Still Being Written (setting out on a new journey after completing the last)

On the day I began writing this sentence—Saturday, December 13, 2025—I finished the rewrites of my speculative fiction novel Arcadia Lake. The manuscript now stands at 426 pages, just over 95,700 words. When I started the rewrites, my goal was to get the book down to 94,000 words. I didn’t quite hit that number, but […]

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In Defense of the Bean (Me and Balzac and successive cups of coffee)

Honoré de Balzac, the French novelist, is best known for La Comédie humaine, a monumental series about post-Napoleonic life in France. I’ve never read it. Everything I’ve heard makes it sound like the sort of book teachers assigned to prove life was suffering before television. Balzac’s work influenced Dickens, Proust, Flaubert, and Henry James—basically the […]

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Filling the Gaps (Or: a brief digression about Sugarland Express, the Kardashians, Henry David Thoreau, and the Relentless March Toward Mental Clarity)

I recently got around to watching Sugarland Express—Steven Spielberg’s first feature film, released in 1974. Which is to say, I’m a man of action and impeccable timing. It only took me 50 years. I’d recorded it from TCM because, as someone who considers himself a Spielberg fan, I thought, “Well, it’s probably time I finish […]

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The Ongoing Unwritten Bucket List: (Or, a brief digression about unfinished business, life experiences, “Write What You Know,” and why I call myself a painter, musician and songwriter as well as a writer)

It turns out I had a bucket list long before I ever heard the term bucket list. I know, I’ve probably talked (maybe too much, but that’s subjective) about the list my forever wife and I made—to visit all fifty US states before we died. We did that one already, and neither of us is […]

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Things Learned While Looking Up Other Things: The Master of Useless Information

Sometimes, I accidentally learn things. Some of those sometimes, I actually remember what I’ve learned, even if the knowledge is inconsequential or widely perceived as having little value. This, my friends, is the definition of “trivia.” My wife once told me that I am the Master of Useless Information. I’m thinking about having that title […]

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The Three Ages of Firewater (what Aristotle knew about dramatic structure)

The second act is always the longest. That’s where most of life happens—right in the messy, sprawling middle. It’s where the milestones stack up like bricks. Getting married. Getting divorced. Getting re-married. Having children. Raising them through their own first acts, and then, if all goes well, releasing them into the world to stumble through […]

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“Accidents & Natural Causes,” by Firewater — a short story

The words were lettered across the plate-glass window of the little storefront: Accidents & Natural Causes. Below it, in smaller type: Martin Kletch — Agent. Detective Bud Warner pushed through the door. The OPEN sign blinked; a pleasant two-toned bleat from the electronic annunciator announced him. The waiting area was spare — mismatched plastic chairs, […]

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Back in Black. With a Capital B.

There are few things people look forward to less than an older white man’s opinion about race—especially the linguistics of race. If you’ve read my posts, you know I generally steer clear of controversial topics. Yes, I’ve written a little about religion, where I self-identify as a Christian, while also admitting there’s little evidence a […]

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Breakfast for Dinner: a satirical stroll through culinary timing

Someone had to speak out about this. Someone had to take a stand. Let’s talk about “breakfast for dinner.” Like “jumbo shrimp” or “military intelligence,” it folds neatly into that dusty file labeled linguistic betrayal. It’s technically accurate, sure—but it also makes about as much sense as naming your pet goldfish “Dog” and insisting that’s […]

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