by Rich Kacy | Sep 15, 2018 | nonfiction, on craft, psychology
If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights...
by Rich Kacy | Sep 14, 2018 | Death's Pale Flag, fiction, free fiction friday
Every Friday I post excerpts from my work-in-progress (WIP for those in the know). These will mostly be rough drafts of chapters, but in some cases I’ll drop in a full short story. Once the full story is completed (or the short story published) the draft will go...
by Rich Kacy | Sep 12, 2018 | food, nonfiction
Potato chips are the most amazing food group ever invented. From the humble spud buried in dirt comes forth a wide array of flavors and textures, each designed to titillate the tongue and satisfy the brain’s craving for fat. In my opinion, the person who first thought...
by Rich Kacy | Sep 11, 2018 | insomnia, nonfiction
It’s two in the morning and I’m awake. Not that I haven’t slept at all. A solid three hours passed between the nightime ritual of a hot bath and my current restless state. It yielded little comfort. Such is the way when one gets old, or so I’m told by every doctor I...
by Rich Kacy | Sep 10, 2018 | nonfiction, theology/philosophy
I awoke this morning thinking about evil. Not the best way to start a day, but a reasonable choice considering where I am. Let me explain. There’s a small town tucked away in relatively unpopulated part of a state that will remain nameless. I visit frequently. It’s...
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