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Episode #2

What follows is a transcript of Episode #2 of the Spaghetti Junction Podcast: ROD: The Spaghetti Junction Podcast… SOUND BRIDGE ROLLOVER… ROD: Welcome to Spaghetti Junction — At the intersection of everything; because, today, that’s how life is. Often messy… confusing, off-putting, and contradictory. My name is R.E. Harter, and I’ll be your host, asking […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->
Writer's Storm

Podcast Premier!

  The premier of The Spaghetti Junction Podcast has finally arrived, and I am excited to begin working on it in earnest. I have written short stories, screenplays, and one novel, most of which do not satisfy me in any way. The process is satisfying; but, that’s not entirely enough. Yes, yes, yes… I know […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

London Has Fallen

I watched London Has Fallen on Netflicks when an impulsive moment seduced me to watch a movie with dinner last night, since I was “Home Alone”. Images can have a dizzying impact, tipping our equilibrium. It is amazing how some images unleash connecting thoughts in a frenzied rush, or eruption. (I almost said ejaculation, but […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

Dissimulation 2016

The election of 2016 – dubbed Decision 2016 – is and has been a perplexing event, frustrating my sensibilities, angering my even-tempered disposition, and at times paralyzing my brain. Dissimulation 2016 is more appropriate.<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

The Root of All Calm

Cupboards slamming are always a reliable sign that Frank is angry. The coffee cup rattling in the sink is an equally accurate barometer. The only thing preventing the complete destruction of the phone in his hand was the tiny internal voice reminding him that his new smart phone cost over six-hundred dollars. The chill was […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

Extra Innings

Not much had changed; that alone was amazing. Sure, things were fuller, greener, a trifle larger; but everything still looked like home. My memory’s fullness was enhanced by the fullness of years. My car paused at the foot of the driveway as I scanned the entire property and recalled fond memories of growing up while […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

Pimento Cheese and the Duke

“It’s a very simple question, son. Have you tried it?” The old man could be maddening with his off-topic filibustering. Even worse, he never seemed to emerge from beneath the car he was under. The old man was a mechanic; the station had been in business for thirty-some years. His father had seen more than […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

The Blovian Experience

Blovian, North Carolina, is a small town bounded by speed limits of fifty-five miles per hour both north and south of its own forty-five mile per hour limit. There are no traffic lights and there is but one significant crossroad within the three-quarter mile Blovian township. The town’s police force was recently doubled, from one […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

Getting Hurt – Yes!

GETTING HURT IS NOT ALL THAT BAD Yes, that’s true. Getting hurt is part of living, and the resultant healing the MOST natural evolution of life – which goes to the idea of balance in life. This is critical for writers or anyone who is contemplating a redesign of your life. THERE IS A PERFECT […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->

When Is a Story a Story?

When an audience of some form says yes. That’s an obvious answer, but not always embraced for its veracity. Let’s extend this line of thinking: when is a writer a writer? When he writes; or when an audience of some form says yes? This leads me to a perplexing commentary written in a post by […]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on wp_trim_excerpt --> <!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on wp_trim_excerpt -->