by Bill McCurry | Jul 18, 2019 | Entertainment, Family, Writing
When I was small, my parents would sing a certain lullaby to me. I don’t think I’ve heard it since. Like any writer, I took that tender memory and perverted for the sake of a story. I made a rough, funny character write and sing “The Whore...
by Bill McCurry | Feb 18, 2019 | Creativity, Entertainment, Writing
I published a novel, Death’s Collector, on Sunday, and cheering bounced around inside my brain. Outside my brain, less cheering was done, and by less I mean none, which is fine. If some people said, “Hey, cool,” when their pre-release copy showed up, I consider that a...
by Bill McCurry | Dec 30, 2013 | Creativity, Humor, Writing
Guilt is for children with sticky fingers and mysterious stains. I declare this to be true in defiance of all religious and sociological thought, because I don’t want to mess with guilt today. I haven’t posted for a month, and I don’t even need a reason, never mind a...
by Bill McCurry | Nov 5, 2013 | Depression, Humor, Life, Uncategorized, Writing
I’ve learned how to derive an extraordinary amount of self-esteem from washing dishes and scooping cat litter. That’s because we unemployed people have to seize our ego-boosts wherever we find them. Folding laundry may not seem like something to celebrate, but after a...
by Bill McCurry | Jun 21, 2013 | Communication, Entertainment, Humor, Life, Writing
This blog turned two years old yesterday. No party, no cake, no balloon animals. I had in fact forgotten the event until WordPress sent me a cheery note of congratulations. Once I was reminded, the milestone did make me think. I thought hard about this blog, enabling...
by Bill McCurry | May 10, 2013 | Creativity, Humor, Writing
I know, goats technically don’t have armpits. I’m not sure they even have legpits, and I didn’t want to name any of those locations where a goat’s limbs might intersect. Armpit, then. I have been working on a new website for about a year. More...
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