My voice — once a proud and lyrical voice — is in peril because I don’t feed it anymore. It’s starving. And sorry, screenwriters….Screenplays don’t qualify as literature. Or even writing for that matter. More like emotional erector set throwaways with disbelief as a harbinger for all the holes unfilled and each of the readers […]Read More Even a Coin Toss Has Its Critics
From the vault (July 8, 2000) I don’t like riding on the passenger side …in fact it was only yesterday when i yelled, BUYING A NEW PAIR OF SHOES CURES EVERYTHING THAT AILS YA… AND STOLY’S WORKS IN A PINCH AS WELL.. though because electricity *is* my bio-functional sombrero, you’ll find my lady Macbeth there, […]Read More The Passenger Side
I am something asunder, where the applause of a silent sing-along, is given its due time being stood up like a tomato plant, driven down straight, dead, and true. So as I mentioned earlier. I am different now. (IT WAS NOTHING SPECIAL) From here to here. And there. And some… somewhere, beneath the what, the […]Read More Monday, on Line 4
THE JOBS I REMEMBER: BRIAN J. SCHAEFER (THROUGH 47 YEARS, 8 MONTHS AND CHANGE) CLICK for CLASSIFIED MATERIAL – NO RECRUITERS OR LAW ENFORCEMENT SO IT’S BEEN six months since leaving the Associated Press and for the first time in a while — despite my ultimate goal of being an independent professional a year […]Read More CONFIDENTIAL: “The Jobs I Remember” (Or: My Real Resume)
“And so be it, We are not there, but here.”Read More NONE OF THIS IS GOING TO MATTER
OK. It’s 1998. I had just moved to LA. My brother is living in a room no bigger than a jail cell for two. In the span of a month I had lost all faith in everything I was doing but the hell if I was going to leave and not watch it all crash like […]Read More The Time I Saw A Ghost
Because I can change it, no problem. Godaddy is just teeming with crackerjack web development and slideshow programming. Just a snip there. A tuck there. Some superglue here. And hey, hey…Let’s announce something… ON JANUARY 1st, 2017, THE WORLD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAS HIT THEM AND WHEN I SAY “HIT THEM” I MEAN “HIT […]Read More Do I Look Like I’m (still) in Jail?