Saturday, October 22, 2016

Austin Film Festival, 2016

The Arts and Science Council of North Carolina gave me a "Regional Artist's Project Grant" to attend the 2016 Austin Film Festival (thanks, guv'ment), and I've decided a blog/journal would be the best way to fulfill my "official report" obligation. Said blog/journal is likely to be a super-long post of dubious entertainment value, so feel free to navigate away and return later for the next Trump-rant, or suchlike.

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Saturday, October 8, 2016

My novel POUNDERS is now on Amazon!

Hey, hey, hey. After two years and more rewrites than I can begin to count, I've launched a new word-baby out into the world.

POUNDERS tells the story of a pair of brothers who venture into the wilderness of northern Canada for what the BBC has called one of the toughest jobs on the planet. I spent ten summers in that world, and I guarantee you a reading experience like none other. 

Please consider checking it out, and helping me spread the word.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Shia LaBeouf

When I'm wallowing because the stupid screenplay contests haven't given me all their stupid dollars and loveaccolades, I think of Shia LaBeouf... and then I don't feel so bad.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Josh Barkey: 2016 Nicholl Fellowship Finalist

Last Thursday at around eight p.m. I got a call from Greg Beal, director of the Nicholl Fellowship. I asked how he was doing and he said that he was tired, but happy to be making some fun phone calls. Then he told me that my script MARLENE THE DIVINE had been selected as one of thirteen Nicholl Fellowship Finalists.

That's when I started saying, "thank you."

I must've peppered a few dozen more "thank yous" into my incoherent babbling as he filled me in on the process, and asked me to please not tell anyone but my significant other until the press release went out on Monday.

We said goodbye. Then I got off the phone and cried a little.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Only Trump Can Prevent Forest Fires

How does an Orange Slug make a run for the White House?

Why are millions of Americans willing to ignore his business incompetence, endless deceit, misogyny, racism, selfishness, unkindness, and cruelty?

Answers are not forthcoming.

It's fear, sure... but of what?

Perhaps an explanation might be found in a closer look at one of Trump's largest support-groups: the sell-our-souls-for-a-cup-of-power Evangelical Christians.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016


Whilst editing pictures I took at my sister's wedding, I got to thinking about why.

Why do we do this? Why do we snap these moments? Are they merely, as my wife says, "pictures of diminished memories"? Do we rob our life-experiences of fullness by attempting to hold onto them? Should we burn the cameras and the snapchats and the facebooks and venture boldly out into our moments, knowing that we'll die and they'll fade... believing somehow that this all is okay?

As you can imagine, I'm a LOT of fun at a party.

Sammy the Snake

Although Sammy the Snake and I only met once, I feel as though we made a real soul-connection.

He dropped by my writing desk and looked in, and I could feel him peering deep inside me. Sure, yeah, he could've been wondering how to get past the glass to sink his teeth into this juicy, pink, over-sized mouse-baby... but I think it was something more. We looked into each others' eyes for a minute. Then another minute. Then an eternity... an eternity in our hearts.

I'm gonna treasure this beautiful moment for pretty much ever, probably (sniff, sniff).

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