by mike | Nov 29, 2021 | Books, California, Fantasy, Life, Romance, Uncategorized, Writing |
Today (November 29th) my bride and I celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary. (Jacqueline and I actually met on November 26th, 31 years ago.) I’ve been blessed to have this remarkable woman in my life for over three decades, and I know we’ll be together through the...
by mike | Nov 18, 2021 | Books, California, Editing, Fantasy, Humor, Publishing, Science Fiction, Uncategorized, Writing |
Authors put a little bit of themselves in most of their characters, but I included nearly all of myself in cosmic bike rider Jack Miller. Bicycling Through Space and Time, the first book of my comedy/science fiction series featuring cosmic bike rider Jack Miller, was...
by mike | Nov 4, 2021 | Books, Death, Fantasy, Films About Books, Films About Writers, Humor, Movies, Publishing, Romance, Uncategorized, Writing |
Writers can definitely relate to what goes through this “character’s” head. I first presented this post in 2018. Harold Crick is an IRS agent who leads a boring life. Harold is also—not by choice—a character in a book, and that character is slated to die at story’s...
by mike | Oct 11, 2021 | Adventure fantasy, Fantasy, Guilty Pleasures, Movies, Uncategorized |
The 2013 fantasy-adventure film, Jack the Giant Slayer, is based on a nearly 300-year-old British fairytale titled, The Story of Jack Spriggins and the Enchanted Bean. We all know it better as Jack and the Beanstalk. I could have presented the film as a Guilty...
by mike | Sep 16, 2021 | Fantasy, Ghosts, Humor, Movie Lines, Movies, Nightmares, Romance, Uncategorized |
This was supposed to be a “Christmas post” when it first ran in 2017, but since then it has been viewed countless times—in just about every month of the year. As a Jewish kid growing up in The Bronx—in a neighborhood of mostly other Jews—I had little exposure to...
by mike | Aug 16, 2021 | Aging, Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movie Lines, Movies, Sports, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
“Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I was sitting on the veranda of my farm home in eastern Iowa when a voice very clearly said to me, ‘If you build it, he will come.’” Those words...
