I don't know what it is about politics that makes us all foam at the mouth. Sometimes--like the people who rubberneck at terrible auto accidents on the highway they're traveling--I can't keep myself from looking at the comments to political essays posted to the Internet, but most of the time it just depresses me. People are mean, hateful, and ignorant on matters of politics, and they seem to be enjoying being those things and beating up other people with those things!
We had a politics-place
I may very well be the most procrastinatin' slowpoke story-nonfinisher of a Hosted Author at this whole place. And I know I've driven a bunch of you crazy with my slow pace. Heck, I've probably driven some of you away with my slow pace.
But I'm here to say that the conclusion to Crosscurrents will be posted some time tomorrow. You have no idea what a relief this is to me. Talk about your albatross. On the one hand, anyway. (See below.)
Many if not most of you know that I've had the final
Well, I'm ready to finish up Crosscurrents. The final chapter and the epilogue will be posted no later than Sunday, July 28, at 11:59 pm CDT. I hope I still have a few readers who started reading when I started writing it, a decade ago.
Wait. A decade?
How did this happen?
Let's see: In the course of a decade, I got finished with college, got finished with grad school, got a job, got married, started a business, had a kid, quit a job, went full-time at my business, took another part
As some of you are aware, I started writing and posting Crosscurrents in the spring of 2003. It's been a long, strange trip, and that trip has almost reached its end.
Over the years, my work on the story has been glacially slow. I imagine there may be a hundred or more readers who started reading and ultimately bailed because I have been so terribly slow at getting it written.
As you'd expect of a person over a decade's time, I've been through some changes. Above all else, my life situat
If you've read any of this blog, you'll maybe remember my sarcastic whine that I wasn't good enough to be a Hosted Author at Gay Authors.
Well, whether that's the case or not, I now officially Are One.
So head on over to http://www.gayauthor...g/adamphillips/ and check out my new place!
Thanks a jillion, Steph, for designing my site for me and putting up with my pickiness.
Thanks, CJ, for getting the gang to consider my stuff.
Thanks, Myr, for fielding some questions and for
I turned thirty on the 20th. I told members of my Yahoo group that I was going to write in my blog about what I've learned about love in 30 years.
That sounds waay too effing pretentious. And boring too. And that's not exactly what I meant to say anyway.
What got me to thinking I'd like to post something on love is that there's a lot of cynicism about the whole romance-thing-over-the-long-haul. It seems as though a person's belief in the whole "in-love" or "romance" thing is inversely pr
I don't really want to open up a can of worms, but I'm going to. It seems as though the topic of bisexuality always does. For gay people and straight people alike. There's a popular sentiment that's so widespread it's made its way into the world of entertainment TV. A specfic example is found in the lyrics of one of the songs of Friends' adorably dippy Phoebe. Check out this clip:
Or, for those of you who can't/won't go there:
"Sometimes men love women,
Sometimes men love
The people who've e-known me for a while, from looking at this entry's title, are already either grinning or rolling their eyes: Here we go again.
I'm sorry, I cain't hep it.
Tell you a little bit about how I got onta the Internet as a dirty-story-writer.
Long time ago, I ran into a story at Nifty that was pretty weak technically, but absolutely compelling--at least to me--from a "story" standpoint. That story was called Fraternity Memoirs, and it was based on the college experiences
I guess everybody who writes narrative, from the Pulitzer Prize-winner to the hack, has a niche. Granted, some writers demonstrate a wide range of narrative interests and can treat a lot of themes, but there are also very very fine writers who spend most of their literary careers exploring a fairly clearly circumscribed plot of land, so to speak.
I've been tremendously fortunate in my life. I grew up in a great family, I have a decent set of personal resources and abilities, I always had a l
Those of us who have any kind of authorial presence on the Web clearly have the expectation that our stuff is going to be read. We want you to read our stuff, and we love it when you e-mail us about our stuff...usually...and we even enjoy getting to know you. Well, some of you.
Sometimes, though, I get taken by surprise. I've had two readers whose presence in my e-mailbox has caused me some discomfort.
Several years ago, back when the "author's notes" at the beginning of Crosscurrents ad
I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I guess I'm starting a blog here. Maybe it's because I've heard from a few of you in response to my work on the late Dan Kincaid's eFiction story It Started With Brian, and I figured it might be fun to get to know some of you a little better.
I should tell you a little about myself. I'm 29; I'll be 30 in August (yikes!). I'm married. To a woman. I have a two-year-old son. I have no idea what to call myself, orientation-wise; nothing seems to fit. I guess
