Tag Archives: James L’Etoile
5 Olympic Sports We’d Like To See
It’s that time again. The end of the four year long build up to the Olympic Games has been…well a bit underwhelming for me. The 2016 Rio Games are just fine as the games go and the host city did a great job in light of everything they’ve faced, including an impeached president, economic ruin, crumbling […]
Getting Twisty With It
I’m writing along, laying down the manuscript for the sequel to AT WHAT COST and the urge to pull off the path gets stronger as I go. I don’t seem to be in control of the wheel anymore and I can feel It jerk out of my hands when I try to steer it back on […]
Was it A Comet or a Conspiracy?
I saw a comet last night. At least that’s what I’m supposed to think. The timing was suspicious. And the government (with a lower case g) was quick to respond to the sightings and report them as a meteor burning up in the atmosphere. Now, I ask you, when has the government ever–ever been so […]
At What Cost Sneak Peek
Pssst… Come here, come closer. Look what came in the mail today! The Advance Reader’s Edition of AT WHAT COST, published by Crooked Lane Books. I felt like Steve Martin in “The Jerk.” The new phone books are here! I am somebody! Matt Martz, Sarah Pope, Heather Boak, and all the folks at Crooked Lane […]
Shut Up And Drive
Pardon me whilst I squeeze into my ranty pants. I don’t remember them being this tight. Ahem… This morning I had the occasion to venture out in public and join in the mass migration on the public thoroughfare. Interstate 5 is a sprawling mass of asphalt and cement, up to eight lanes wide at some points to […]
The Danger of Bumper Sticker Mentality
Apparently, I must have missed the memo that said that I must publically hate someone or something to fully actualize my human experience. I’m not apathetic, at least not in the usual application of the word. I do care about stuff–in my own private way. Private, in that I don’t feel the need to plaster […]
It’s Just A Word
Remember the old children’s verse; sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me? Well, I’m calling bullshit on that one. One ill-chosen word has weight and is capable of inflicting a hurtful sting. String a few of these words together and lives are impacted. Last week I posted about a setting […]
The Prison You Don’t See
I’m writing a new story and part of the new piece involves prison — specifically mental health treatment in prison. It’s a strange thing to witness a prison mental health crisis first hand and after working around correctional mental health units and activating one in a maximum security prison, it occurred to me that most readers don’t […]
Life As A Lawn Sprinkler
California has been going through a drought, of sorts, for the last four years. I say “sort of” a drought because, depending on who you talk with, the state’s water worries are pretend, man-made, or a parched precursor to the End of Days. In a period of introspection — which could have been fueled by […]
When You Need To Get Knocked Down a Peg or Two
I got another reminder from the cosmos that my karma is due and payable… I took a break from writing for a couple of hours this week to take the Corgis to a therapy visit at a local assisted living and memory care facility for older folks. You know, do something good, clean the mind […]
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