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One Thing Or Another Column: Falling for Autumn
By Mark McNease
What better time to add a few new words of introduction to a column about autumn than the day we turned the heat back on! Those sweltering, sticky days of summer are finally behind us, and the mornings are once again greeted from beneath a blanket or quilt. It’s also that time of year, early October, when one day it was 83 degrees, and the next day 65. That maddening fluctuation seems to be behind us, and I can start insulating the window air conditioners and pulling out the thermal socks. It’s also my favorite month, with witches on their way here right now, and a birthday arriving just before them. Autum has arrived, and I’m still falling for it.
I’LL ADMIT IT, I’M A fall guy. We’ve just endured what I and millions like me believe must have been the hottest, longest, muggiest summer on record. Aren’t they all?
I don’t just dislike summer. I don’t just find it uncomfortable, unsettling and unending. I loathe it. Even knowing it would shorten my life by 25 percent, I would gladly get from birth to death without suffering a single blistering July. The only exception was childhood, when summer was my annual escape from the dullness of compulsory education, sadistic teachers, and the torment of other children.
It’s not the events of summer that get to me. Who doesn’t like long weekends at the beach or visiting friends within driving distance? And there are the barbecues, if you happen to have a grill or you’re friends with someone who does, possibly for that reason only. You’ve got swimming pools, water slides, and near-naked bodies to envy and desire. Summer has everything our overworked, underpaid selves long for and anticipate through the frigid dead of winter. But it also has one thing that makes it the time of year I dread from start to finish: the heat.
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The Twist Podcast #305: Shuddering Shutdown, Survey Results, Emma Talks Bad Bunny, and Rick Interviews Filmmaker Oliver Franklin Anderson
Join co-hosts Mark McNease and Rick Rose as we weather the Epstein shutdown, review the latest Twist survey results, learn all about Bad Bunny from Emma Zoe Lyons, and enjoy Rick’s interview with Wisconsin filmmaker Oliver Franklin Anderson.
THE RESULTS ARE IN!
What’s your favorite genre or type of book to read?
- Literary fiction 50 percent
- Murder Mysteries 40
- Thrillers 30
- Historical Fiction 30
- Nonfiction 30
- Biographies / Memoirs ZERO!
- What’s a book? Zero
- Other (comments) 50
Poetry, Fantasy, Genealogical Mysteries, Spy Novels, Sci-fi and Gay Stuff (could be the same!
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‘Pine Melody – A Memoir’ by Stacey Meadows Now Available!
I’m very pleased to have had the opportunity to help Stacey Meadows publish her memoir ‘Pine Melody.’ It’s about the death of her son Jonah, and her journey through grief. It’s an extraordinary book, and Stacey is an extraordinary person. The Kindle version is out now, with the paperback and hardback coming soon.
Swerving to avoid a deer on a dark Wisconsin highway in summer, 22-year old Gabe lost control of the car. His 29 year- old brother, Jonah, singing along with him as he drove, absorbed the full force of the impact with an oncoming pick-up truck driven by the Chief of a First Nation. The crash left Jonah with severe traumatic brain injury, Gabe with a broken femur, and soil samples, meticulously gathered for Jonah’s graduate research project on agroforestry, strewn across the highway.
As general counsel for a Philadelphia medical center, I was competent enough to interact with my sons’ care teams, but lost all semblance of professionalism when neither my legal expertise, search for a medical miracle, nor tenacity of my love was able to bring benefit to Jonah, who lingered in a coma for three months, before dying in hospice. I was left to find a way to carry on for the sake of Jonah’s brothers while handling my own grief and helplessness.
Immersing myself in Jonah’s journals, and memories of his extraordinary, spirit-filled life, my pillars materialized—meditation, yoga, prayer and sailing. With Jonah as my spirit guide, in the bardo and beyond, I navigated pathways between terror and beauty that Jonah had spent his life seeking. Pine Melody is the result of my journey.
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New Interview On Bruce Bishop’s ‘Go Write Ahead’ YouTube Podcast
I was just interviewed by author Bruce Bishop for his ‘Go Write Ahead’ podcast on YouTube. I’ve known Bruce for a number of years now, and had the pleasure of meeting him when we were on a cruise that stopped in Halifax, where he lives. Listen and watch as we talk about self-publshing, my writing, and more.
Check out Bruce’s website and books HERE.
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One Thing or Another Column: Heaven’s Diner
By Mark McNease
After taking a beloved neighbor out Sunday morning to a church she sometimes attends, we headed for breakfast at a diner not far from there. I was reminded, as I regularly am, how much I enjoy these icons of the American culinary tradition. I remember hanging out at Denny’s when I was a teenager (a quasi-diner if looked at from a certain angle), writing anguished confessional poetry in spiral notebooks (keep reading). The poetry’s long gone but I’ve never lost my attraction for the comfort of a good diner, and I never well.
I READ AN ARTICLE ONCE about New York City’s disappearing diner culture. The writer lamented the loss of a sense of community diners gave the city over many decades, falling victim to technological progress, ever-rising rents and changing tastes.
This was one day after ending a visit to relatives by having breakfast in a Richmond, Virginia, diner. When we walked into the place I immediately looked around at the colors inside. The exterior, in stark black and red, told me I could expect something exceptionally diner-ish. The booths were red and black, the tables yellow. The two waitresses were distinctly post-punk, with tattoos and neon hair. The crowd, as is usually the case in diners, consisted of people who knew each other from years of eating there. Only first names were necessary, if names were needed at all. And each of them—men, women and children—looked as if they’d enjoyed lives filled with grits and hash browns, without a single kale salad from cradle to grave. My kind of people.
That may sound odd coming from an older progressive man who spent years living in Los Angeles and New York before moving to the New Jersey woods, but I was forged as a Hoosier in a northern Indiana town, and there are parts of me that cannot be dislodged by having fled to California at nineteen. I don’t regret having had a solid sense of myself before I was exposed to the L.A. lifestyle. I’m happy to have had a clear identity that allowed me to try on others, discarding those that didn’t fit. Beneath it all I am an Indiana kid who loves a crowded diner and a cup of cheap coffee.
Diners have been my idea of stability and comfort ever since I was a fifteen-year-old poet sitting at a lunch counter, filling spiral notebooks with teenage angst while the waitress kept the .25 cent coffee flowing. I like going to diners in most places I visit. There’s a local one two blocks from where I’ll be once I’ve finished this column. I’ll order my favorite—two eggs, toast and turkey bacon, with tomato juice over ice.
The server will know me. The cashier will smile and tell me to sit anywhere. The cooks will be familiar as they move quickly from grill to kitchen window, slapping the bell, “Order up!” There will be lots of people at the tables, and even though I won’t recognize more than a few of them, they will feel like my friends—because a diner is one of the few places in life where it’s possible to believe we’re all in this together.
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Twist Podcast #304: Kimmel Calamity, New Fan Photo, Reel Time with Emma, and Rick Talks with Muralist Matthew Yerby
Join co-hosts Mark McNease and Rick Rose for the death of free speech, new survey results, a brand new Reel Time with Emma review, and Rick’s conversation with 50-sate muralist Matthew Yerby.
This week’s survey: Which animal friend would you most like to share your life with or already do? Mulitple answers okay.
THE RESULTS ARE IN!
Dogs 63 percent
Cats 63 percent
Birds 9 percent
Fish 18 percent
I don’t like animals ZERO percent!Other (list below):Which animal not listed would you like to share your life with or already do? One person said ‘gay men.’ -
Hunterdon Library Short Story Competition Entry: God’s Teeth (Excerpt and Full Audio Edition)
I’m entering a short story competition for the first time in many years. It’s being held by the Hunterdon Libary System (LINK HERE), primarly through the main branch where I conduct workshops. I also run an adult writers group at the Clinton, NJ, branch. I don’t think it’s appropriate to share more than an excerpt before the competition (and I’m honstly not invested in winning – this is just me doing something I haven’t done since my 40s or earlier). You CAN listen to the audio version at the link above.
It’s called ‘God’s Teeth,’ and it’s about a woman who’d had a lifelong belief in God, only to see it shaken after the death of her husband. It’s one of my favorite stories, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. Once the contest is over in November I’ll offer the entire piece.
GOD’S TEETH
Miriam had always believed in God. His presence in her life had been a fact since she was a small child barely able to speak. She remembered looking up from her crib—she could not have been more than a year old—and seeing his face shimmering in front of her as he looked down and smiled, showing his magnificent teeth. She’d made the mistake of telling a friend about it once in high school, and the girl had laughed at her, saying it was her dad or her uncle or big brother she’d seen. There could be no other explanation. Miriam said, No, it was God, and her friend asked how she would know the difference when she was only a baby then.
“I just knew,” she said. “I knew my father’s face, and my uncle’s face and my brother’s face, and this was not it. This was bright and . . . what’s the word? . . . luminous, self-luminous, illuminating. It made its own light, his face, and the smile was so big I was part of it, like it covered me, and I reached up —”
“This is pretty detailed for a baby’s dream,” the friend said.
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For Your Listening Pleasure – Eleven Reader App Offers a Library of Sound (Including Mine!)
See my profile on the Eleven Reader App
I’ve been using Eleven Labs to create audio editions of my blog posts, articles, and some fiction for the past several years. I also use it as the platform for my own Wondervox venture, offering AI/synthetic audio production for clients who want that.
Before going further … I embrace technology. I consider AI a tool that can be used to make my work less time-consuming, and to make my writing available to more people. I always wonder: how many people who criticize, if not hate, AI have insisted on using taxis instead of Uber or Lyft because of the toll those services took on taxi drivers and their families? How many of us refuse to use self-checkout because of the toll it has taken on cashiers? There are dozens of ways in which we take advantage of changing technology because of the convenience it provides us. As an author and artist, I personally do not consider what I do to be of some higher-level than the rest of humanity. A taxi driver or cashier is every bit as valuable as I am, and whatever my creative endeavors are. Writers are not special, as much as we like to think we are.
As another practical matter, I cannot afford to hire human narrators for everything I write. I’ve hired several over the past 15 years and paid them, sometimes substantially. I simply can’t do that anymore. I also can’t hire graphic artists to do book covers, let alone the flow of images I use on my websites. So the idea that I’m putting anyone out of work when I could not have hired them anyway is just not a strong argument.
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Workshop Survey: Which 2-Hour Workshops Would You Be Interested In?
I’m inviting people to let me know which workshops they might be interested in taking, then I’ll arrange them online via Zoom, or in person. I have a wonderful workshop space available to me in Lambertville, and I’m more than happy to offer these in other venues (libraries, private spaces, and even homes!). If you’re interested in one or more workshops, just fill out the survey, provide your name and email, and look for something as soon as October. – Mark
Fiction Writing Essentials
They’re Alive! Creating Vivid Characters
Self-Publshing with KDP (Kindle Direct Publshing)
2-Hour Autobiographical Journaling Introduction -
One Thing or Another: Life, Aging, and the Absurdities Of It All – Found At Sea
I’m currently updating these columns to publish as a 2nd edition this year, as a handout for my autobiographical journaling participants. They can all relate.
By Mark McNease
While I’ve always been a river person much more than an ocean person, my fondness for large bodies of water remains. Humans seem to share this, or at least many of us. There’s something about water … Is it where we came from? Does it remind us of the first nine months of our lives? We’ll be going on another cruise soon, and my favorite part of it is always the sea days. Someday I’ll be as the drop of water returning to an infinite vastness of it. Until then, I’ll be drawn to the streams and the lakes and the rivers and the oceans.
BODIES OF WATER HOLD A fascination for many people, as well as providing an indescribable comfort. I grew up in an Indiana town with two rivers, and I live just a mile from the magnificent Delaware flowing slowly between New Jersey and Pennsylvania. For me there has always been something about the movement of these vast waterways that felt like home, as if I really am a fish out of water longing to jump back in where I belong and swim away.
Oceans are like that, too, multiplied a million times. Oceans are adventures without end, journeys we can only take with our minds. Even if we sail out on them in boats or cruise ships, they’re so much bigger than we are that it makes us aware of our true size. Oceans and rivers, lakes, and even streams, cannot be argued with. They are the masters of us, not us of them, and their indifference is acute. An ocean doesn’t care what I think about world events or political developments, loves lost or triumphs enjoyed. Like its celestial counterpart spread across the night sky in a trillion tiny lights, it doesn’t even know I’m alive, reminding me that I needn’t be so consumed with own existence. I’m here. So what? I’ll twinkle like a star, leap like a fish in the shallows, break like a wave, and then I’ll go away. I think of that as peaceful, not sad.
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The Twist Podcast #303: Vacation’s a Drag, Cracker Barrel Crack Up, and Emma Zoe Lyons Reviews ‘Coming Out Under Fire’
Join co-hosts Mark McNease and Rick Rose in this post-Provincetown recap. We talk drag, the Cracker Barrel uproar nobody cared about, and enoy another great review from Emma Zoe Lyons.
This week’s survey: Which animal friend would you most like to share your life with or already do? Mulitple answers okay.
CatsBirdsFishI don’t like animalsOther (list below):Which animal not listed would you like to share your life with or already do? -
Exploring Literary Genres: Horror, Mystery, Thriller, Biography, and Autobiography
Narration provided by Wondervox.
By Mark McNease
I’ve written in several genres, formats and mediums over the years. Each has its own requirements, expectations and parameters: short stories, novellas (generally under 40,000 words), novels, poetry, screenplays, television scripts, and stage plays. For now let’s focus on some working definitions for genre fiction, nonfiction, and biography/autobiography.
For that past 15 years I’ve written primarily mysteries, thrillers, and some horror/supernatural fiction. I’ve also written countless blog posts, columns and articles, but that’s for another day and would require more words than most people want to read on this, so let’s narrow it down. Note that a lot of these apply to the genres in any form: movies, stories, TV shows, books and more.
Horror
Horror is designed to evoke fear, dread, and a sense of the uncanny. Horror as a literary and cinematic form explores the boundaries between safety and danger, reality and the supernatural. There are also degrees of horror, from the everyday to the gruesome, from blood splatter to something simple but startling. We can be horrified without being repulsed.
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NEW! Three Online Workshops in October
FICTION WRITING ESSENTIALS
Thursday, October 2 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM Via Zoom
REGISTER HERE: 2 Hour Fiction Writing Essentials October 2 | October 02, 2025THEY’RE ALIVE! CREATING REALISTIC CHARACTERS
Thursday, October 9 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM Via Zoom
REGISTER HERE Character Creation: They’re Alive! Creating Realistic Characters | October 09, 2025SELF-PUBLISHING WITH KDP (KINDLE DIRECT PUBLISHING)
Thursday, October 16 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM Via Zoom
REGISTER HERE 2 Hour Self-Publishing Workshop (with KDP / Kindle Direct Publishing) (copy) | October 16, 2025