Yes, I realize we’ve had this debate before, with Bryan Morey ably defending the a-political and anti-political standpoint. Yet, here it is again. One of my favorite bands has released an album that is unapologetically political. It’s even… Read More
In my edition of John William Corrington’s essays, I assembled Corrington’s unpublished notes and sections of his unpublished lectures from the early 1970s that he maintained in one document. Because of the subject matter, I titled this section… Read More
One of the most important aspects of early American history is just how devoid of actual Roman Catholics it is. Obviously, on the North American continent, Catholicism throve in the French and Spanish areas and, frequently, among American… Read More
I had the privilege of writing about one of my favorite authors, Ray Bradbury, over at TAC. Please check it out, if you have the time and desire.
The crispness of the air, the cider, the corn mazes, the migration of birds, the smell of dust, the darkening of the days, the hay rides, the Feast of St. Francis, the change of colors, and the falling of leaves all signify the transition to the wonderful season of autumn. Cyclical, the seasons come and go. Yet somehow—whether we’ve experienced it 14 times or 51 times—the arrival of fall always seems to startle anew our longing for things otherworldly.
Frank Miller is to comics and film what Neil Peart is to rock and what Camille Paglia is to academia. He is nothing less than himself. Always and everywhere, he is purely Frank Miller. It seems, he could be nothing other than Frank Miller. If he changes, he can only become even more Frank Miller. On September 11, 2001, however, Frank Miller became more fully Frank Miller.
If you’re like me, you’re always looking for new ways to write more effectively. Not am I only under three contracts for three different books (yes, a wonderful problem to have) and thinking about a fourth, but I also write weekly for The Imaginative Conservative and The American Conservative.
And, when time permits, I review my favorite rock music at Progarchy. And, yes, like most folks, I have a novel in the works. We’ll see where that goes!
While writing is my passion, it’s still a lot of writing, to be certain.
My problem–and, yes, I have a problem–is that I let the internet distract me too much. I’ll be in the middle of writing something, and I immediately want to follow up on idea (any idea that strikes my fancy) through a google search, check my email, or tweet something important or absurd. Each time I allow myself to move away from my writing, it takes me close to 30 minutes or more to get back into my train of thought. And, then, of course, every temptation to look elsewhere returns with a vengeance. It’s a never ending process.
At the moment, my best laptop tool of choice is a program called Freedom–which allows me to shut down the internet (completely) for as long as I want. I can set it for an hour or more. It’s a great program.
When I really need just to write, though, I always turn to my Freewrite by Astrohaus. I’ve reviewed it elsewhere, but, suffice it to state here, it’s a progressively retro and perfectly crafted piece of technology. A computerized typewriter, if you will, without the social media and other distractions. When you type something, it is save directly to a Postbox account, available anytime and anywhere, ready for editing and submitting.
Yesterday, Astrohaus announced its followup product, the Freewrite Traveler. It’s the Freewrite, but with a much better battery life and immense portability. And, yes, I ordered one. In fact, I was order #29, and I’m rather proud of that. Granted, I won’t actually get the Traveler until its official release early next summer, but it will be worth the wait.
If you’re a writer–professionally or academically–this is, simply put, a must own. Just watch the video, and you’ll immediately see how much excellence these guys put into the product–from its design to its effectiveness. The thing is a thing of beauty, a wonder.