A two-part Geek Goes Rogue series on the new film, God’s Not Dead…a film that I consider to be the worst (and most antagonistic) idea in the long, pathetic history of films made by so-called “Christian” film companies.
“I see this film doing much more harm than good. I needed only listen to the gloats of my fellow movie theater audience members to be reminded that the choir still loves being preached to and is willing to pay handsomely to keep that from stopping. The wedge of ‘us vs. them’ is alive and well and continues to grow, in part, because of films like this.”
Hitting for the Cycle
by Alan Atchison
(an excerpt from my forthcoming novel)
Ryan turned into the agency’s entrance and pulled into a parking spot right in front of the building. The large tan structure suddenly seemed overwhelming to him, like some kind of monstrous sea creature ready to swallow them up if they got too close. He put his head in his hands and groaned.
“Ohhh shit, I don’t know if I can do this.”
Megan rubbed her hand along the top of his back. “I know, baby, it’s terrifying. But we’re gonna do this together and no matter what, we’ll leave here together.”
The sound of breath rushing in and out of Ryan’s mouth filled the car. He felt like he might hyperventilate at any moment and pass out from the intense anxiety pulsing through every fiber in his body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
“Get it all out now, Ry,” Megan said. “Because when that baby comes home, you’re cleaning up your mouth. And so am I for that matter.” Continue reading
Just over two weeks ago, I wrote the very last line of my first full length novel, Hitting for the Cycle. I actually wrote the last line not knowing it was the last line. I had planned to write one more paragraph, but when I glanced it over, I realized that anything beyond what I’d just finished typing would only serve to take away from the story at that point. I’m not going to lie, at the moment of realization, I stared at the screen for a while. To say I was a deer-in-the-headlights would be putting it mildly. More like catatonic on steroids. 415 pages and 120,000 words later, the feeling of euphoria was indescribable…which is pretty sad since a writer’s job is to describe things. The next thing I did was wake up my wife, Tara, with a loud shout of “Done!” (I should mention this was well after midnight, when I do my best writing). My sweet bride got up, gave me a big hug, said she was so proud of me, and went back to bed. Continue reading
In my latest Geek Goes Rogue post, I reflect on the life, career, and sad ending of one of the greatest actors of our generation.
“As some of us across the nation welcomed in the first day of 2014 by sleeping in and lounging around, others – a certain contingent in Colorado to be exact – got up bright and early to be among the first in U.S. history to legally buy marijuana. Feel free to locate the irony in that sentence, if you wish.”
In my latest Geek Goes Rogue post, I take a look at a silly annual squabble that always seems to take place at this time of year.
In my latest Geek Goes Rogue post, I tell you all why the word “excited” doesn’t even cut it!