Posted on May 22, 2015

April 18, 2011   Dreams of Jimmy Carter and Jack Daniel by Niles Reddick   I have good days and I have bad days, as we all do, and I do have tendencies toward misanthropic or hermit-like behaviors. There are days when I love surrounding myself with people, talking, sharing stories. I recently went to a fundraiser dinner in Atlanta, met a Georgia Senator and the Governor, and almost met…

February 17, 2011   “Lady Gaga, Eduardo Cruz, and My New Novel” by Niles Reddick   Lady Gaga arrived in an egg at the Grammy’s, and another headline I read speculated whether Eduardo Cruz got a tattoo of Eva Longoria or not. Interestingly, we don’t often see much about books, or authors, at all in the media. It may be that the writing craft has evolved out of what is…

October 2010   The Writing Influence by Niles Reddick   As a child, I recall reading for fun—The Hardy Boys, Trixie Beldon, and other early mysteries, and I enjoyed investigating. In my elementary school days, me and my friends fancied ourselves uncovering all sorts of evils in our small town of Hahira, Georgia—child molesters, robbers, murderers. The problem was that we didn’t have those crimes back then. Today, sadly, there…

September 11th, 2011   Sticking to the Cemetery by Niles Reddick   Most of my writing experiences have been pleasant ones. Places where I’ve spoke or read and did book-signings, like the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville, Tennessee, or the Cherokee Arts Festival outside Atlanta in Canton, were surprisingly fun. I enjoyed meeting folks, talking to people, answering their questions, and I always learn something. I don’t know that…

Thursday, September 16, 2010 Times Change, but People Don’t   My picture there above is three years old now and was when I lived in Tennessee. I don’t need that coat now that I live in South Georgia and my hair has turned gray. I need to get a new picture, but I like that one better and have thought about coloring my hair, but I probably won’t. There’s not…

Saturday, October 22, 2011 What happened to the Yard Boy by Niles Reddick   That twelve-year-old yard boy is alive and well, except I’ve got about thirty five more years on me than when I pushed that red rusted mower around town cutting grass for elderly people. I hated mowing grass, the work, but I enjoyed seeing the result and loved the smell of freshly cut grass. I did a…

Wednesday, April 18, 2012 Sweet Music Man by Niles Reddick   My father-in-law died after a short battle with cancer last month. Not only was he a great dad to my wife and her siblings, he was a great father-in-law and a great grandfather. He was truly a good man, even a great husband, four different times! He was a reader, appreciated a good book, and was a great storyteller….

Monday, December 27, 2010 The Best Job by Niles Reddick   For whatever reason, I remember people asking me what I’d like to be when I grew up. At some point, I think I wanted to be a policeman or fireman because I loved accidents, especially car accidents at the racetrack or on TV shows. Later, I wanted to be a preacher or a doctor. As the years passed, I…

Saturday, June 18, 2011 Living with Me by Niles Reddick   When I read the topic this month, I thought it would be an easy one to write about. Certainly, I thought, living with me has been a cakewalk for my wife Michelle, especially after having been married to me for almost twenty years, but then I had to back pedal. I wondered. Was it? What did she really think…

Sunday, July 24, 2011 A Great Schedule:   If you ask anyone who knows me well, he or she will know with certainty what my schedule is like. I’m a creature of habit, after all, a little bit OCD, as relatives and co-workers might add. The point is, however, that I am quite happy in my dysfunctionality. My writing schedule, except right now, begins about 4:00 am any day of…