Okay, so one thing is abundantly clear: I suck at maintaining a blog. It’s been almost […]
After finally reading the much-talked-about Fight Club, with which I was disappointed, I swore I’d never […]
Earlier today, my ten-year-old son had guitar practice. When I reminded him of the class, he […]
The Great Cover Artist Search of 2012 has come to a conclusion, and I have found […]
Subscribe to Joe's Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. (No spamming, I promise)

Join 2,358 other subscribers
From Joe's writing

He was floating over the bed, staring down at Marnie and Lillian and his own body. He looked dead. Well, of course he looked dead, because he was dead. It was a very strange feeling.

— Next Time is Now, from Eventual Beginnings: Stories Short and Longer