I reach in my pocket to find the bottle #2, and gather my courage. I rub my index finger over the smooth contours of its corners and over the rough surface of the little cork that held beloved scent of Mother. I thought of girls in my past who had rejected me and had been …
I woke up at dawn to cloudy skies and a damp Oklahoma. My wife and I had stayed late at her dad's house to watch a weather forecaster talked us through possible weather disasters as storms blew northeast across my state. We are safe. I believe I was successful in not waking my wife as …
“What the hell, Jim? Why aren’t those books re-shelved?” says Connor. I very much dislike when people curse at me. I am entirely unable to respond to that kind of language. Mother says that unless the “H” word is used in a religious context, it is foul and uncivil. He steps between me and the …
start at the beginning When I had a moment to myself at work, I pulled up the San Francisco Opera website. They would perform La Boheme that evening, and I meant to buy tickets for Amy and myself, the good seats, not the nosebleeds I usually sat in. I wanted this to be a special …
Start from the beginning We had fallen into a routine of morning coffee and newspaper. I no longer questioned her presence in my apartment and my life. She was a part of my existence now. She was filling a piece of a large hole in my life. What piece, I did not know. I heard …
I've written five out of the eight episodes of E-Vatar: A Musical for the Pandemic Age. The episodes are planned; I just need all the cool words to make it a play. But the work is winding down on that project for me. It's up to the performers, musicians, director, and the sound engineer, now. …
My laptop is freezing cold on my bare legs as I pop it open to write a little. I woke up around 4:45, excited about my family trip to Colorado to celebrate my daughter's college graduation. The cats are up with me, perhaps still exploring our new apartment. I'm one cup of coffee down. We …
Continue reading A Writer’s Moment – Early Morning Before the Trip
This book has had a long journey. It started as a flash fiction over a decade ago in a dark time. Gritty, raw, emotional, introspectiveI, I continued to write it as a series. It was very reflective of my battle with addiction and love of San Francisco…and a hint of a favorite show, Californication. When …
Continue reading As I near 6 years of sobriety, I am reflecting on the journey of this book
I'm so excited to partner with Big Dumb Buildings on a new project. These guys made a musical a few years ago, Spots and Stripes, that packed the house here in Norman, Oklahoma. I'm friends with one of the musicians in that group, Gregg Standridge (featured in The Oklahoma recently here). He read my book …
I awoke early today, tugged my sleep mask up over my forehead, and reached over to my phone to check the time. It was 5:36--a time I'm willing to wake up to. I gave myself twenty minutes or so to lay awake while the Mad About You theme song once again kicked into high gear …
David Wilson-Burns 