We’ve heard it all before: “Open your eyes. Open your heart. The world needs you to change.” It’s too simple. It will never work. We’re too embedded in what we’ve convinced ourselves is the “real world.” We get up at the crack of dawn and commute to jobs where we work until our eyes bleed. Then we come home and feed our brains with scripts written by writers who are paid to keep your attention (which means shocking you senseless because…
When you’ve been driving for as long as I have, you start to notice patterns in people and the cars they drive. I’ve compiled this list to help you understand people a little better based on their cars. Lexus: No it’s not a Mercedes, but it’s still better than your POS. Ford: I can’t afford a European import so I justify this car as “supporting America.” Land Rover: In my mind I’m driving across African plains teeming with wildlife, not sitting in rush hour…
A little black bug landed on my notebook. A tiny fellow by any measure, in my giant world. His body no more than the length of my pen’s tip, his antennae as thin as his legs. As I considered his place in the world, he walked across the page no doubt acutely aware of my presence. Perhaps even thinking what a nice giant I was to allow him such an interesting place to explore amidst deep black scratches on an ivory plane…
My upcoming fiction novel Minor King is the story of a writer who awakens from a comfortable life to see the world for what it really is–a gauntlet of contradictions that keep him from realizing his true purpose. The protagonist, Jim Christianson is a miracle. A man who lost his way only to find himself at the edge of his life too soon. As the end closes in around him, he is plucked from the darkness by the voice of God–and his life…
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If I didn’t consider my ego my enemy, it would be a lot easier to make it America. Self-promoters seem to do pretty well. Or at least, that’s the perception. But no, I have to find a way to kill my ego every day just to stay sane. And relatively humble. Today I drank hemlock. Tomorrow, a different device. What an idiot. You don’t make it out of the machine this way. *** Jim Mitchem
