Where There's Smoke

Just a quick and dirty link to The Feckless Goblin, horror writer Ziggy Kinsella's blog on horror, dark fiction and writing tips from.  Good stuff there and Ziggy was gracious enough to allow me to provide a guest blog at his site. Check out "Making Good Horror" by yours truly and all the great content at http://fecklessgoblin.blogspot.com. Thanks, Smoke

Thanks to the magic of digital video recording, I was able to stop time, to delay the inevitable by almost 24 hours. But as a wise man (or was it a woman?) once said, all good things must come to an end. So on Saturday--almost a day later than the NBC executives planned it--the Lights went out. But what a way to go out. "Friday Night Lights" ended it's five-year run as one of the greatest American television series ever in the same way the show lived: vivid acting performances, innovative cinematic work, and brilliant storytelling. As the finale progressed, it was clear that the theme of "family" foreshadowed the end of the Taylor's time with Texas football. The move to Philadelphia was the only logical way for the core values of the show--loyalty, integrity, and family--to win out. "Friday Night Lights" was never about football. Football was just the setting, the context for the relationships and for the stories of navigating life. As Kyle Chandl...

A puff of smoke drifts away on the night air. It fades and you follow it but it continues on until you can follow it no more. It will never return and what remains is that which surrounds you now. New sights, new tastes, new smells. The puff is gone as that is it's nature. Nothing left but to make a new puff. Goodbye, smoke.

Farmer.  Teacher.  Cop.  Firefighter.  Engineer.  Doctor.  Builder.  Developer.  Artist.  Grocer.  Scientist.  Soldier.  Sailor.  Airman.  Marine.  Writer.  Butcher.  Baker.  Candlestick maker. What do you do for a living? If you can't describe what you do for a living in one word, you're not a producer.  You're not bringing anything to the table.  If you can't describe what you do in one word, you're making a living off of the labors of others, suckling at the teat of those around you. The more words in your title, the further removed you are from actually producing something of value to society. Don't believe me?  Try this one: Chief Executive Officer. Now that's a doozie of a title.  But what does a CEO actually produce ? This doesn't mean that you're gonna get rich in a one-word profession.  But is that the point?  To get rich? The day after Ayn Ra...

Two of the most frightening words a Project Manager can hear: "Matrixed organization." While the concept of assigning members of one team to support a project is fine on paper, too often organizations confuse "matrixing" (assigning a person full time to support another organizational element's objectives) with "jam more crap down people's throat while taking no organizational accountability for the successful completion of the project." Frankly, if matrixing an organization were such a good idea, don't you think combat units would give it a go? Coming soon:  A systems approach to building project a project TEAM.

I ride a Harley. A 2006 Ultra Classic, smoke and black cherry with Screamin' Eagle big bore and 6-speed transmission. She's completely badass. I'm gonna turn 50 later this year. Granted, I'm a young-at-heart 50 (my wife calls it "immature") but my body is somewhere between 57 and 68 years old. A lot of people look at me and just shake their heads when they find out I ride. I'm in a position of reasonable responsibility, Director of IT Security for a Fortune 500 company. Some will just blurt out the most bizarre things. "I knew a guy who wrecked on his bike and scraped his penis down to a stub on the asphalt." "My wife's cousin got hit head-on by a Greyhound bus full of NASCAR fans." Crap like that. Most people I know look at me and just can't believe that a responsible, college-educated, quasi-professional man like me would risk his very hide and life riding a death-cycle. You know what? Fuck 'em. I've never met a 70-y...

I took a break from "Dead Drunk" for a few days to work a side project for my great-nephew. Now, I don't know if he's a great nephew -- I'm pretty sure I'm not a great uncle -- but he's my sister's daughter's son so the project was necessary. Anyway, I wrote a short (24 page) children's book for Austin. My avuncular tale was the story of Flat Stanley's adventures in Florida. It won't make the NYT bestseller list but hopefully it'll crack Austin's top 10. So, it's back to the grind. I had to re-outline DD over the weekend but I'm on track. Goal for the week: complete chapter 2. I've found that taking the time to update "Where There's Smoke" keeps me focused and on task. I don't use my real writing time to update here but thanks to my smart phone, I can use my time in the "media room" to keep my thoughts organized. I hope Austin enjoys my little side project as much as I did. I just need t...