Wednesday, May 15, 2019

"Beautiful Prayers," new flash fiction, is in Freshwater Literary Journal from Asuntuck C.C.

     Asuntuck Community College is where John Sheirer teaches. This is where you can check out his books.  I know, I know, Amazon link, but don't judge. John and I go way back....a few Dire readings, a benefit reading for Scott Horvath, and we also share the same publisher. Here is John, author Jay Atkinson, and myself from 2005. (Nice vest, Tim, and damn I wore that jacket yesterday. If Leather jacket=cool and Leather vest=not cool then Leather sleeves=very cool.)

     Freshwater Literary Journal is the annual literary magazine put out by Asuntuck Community College. The journal is full of work from students and others, such as myself who went through their submissions process.

     The story behind Beautiful Prayers is a piece about trauma. Prayers can be beautiful but life can be difficult and ugly. The piece mentions a lot of really difficult situations in less than 300 words. We have a lot to pray on these days, and I pray that prayers work. Most of all, through #metoo, depression, bank robberies, and the lottery, there is always hope.

     Speaking of going way back, this is my first published flash fiction since Every Day There is Something About Elephants came out, over a year ago. 

Friday, May 10, 2019

"This Poem is Like a Bruise," published in Live Nude Poems

     Today I'm pleased to announce that my "This Poem is Like a Bruise," was published in Rusty Barnes and Heather Sullivan's Live Nude Poems. This duo has always supported my writing, Rusty for almost twenty years now. It is an honor and a pleasure to have these talented people as friends.

     This poem began only as a tittle which jumped into my head when I was doing who knows what. Honest---I don't even remember. . What I know is that this poem is an attempt to write about the feelings of bruised psyche, ego, confidence, or self-worth OR it is a hopeful view that our political climate man end soon. (?) My real life take away from all of it: Feelings come, and every time they go away, just like a bruise. Fact is, I don't remember if it was intended to be about bruised internal feelings, our political climate, or recovery. It works for all three---there is hope that all three can end positively.

    The poem and meaning behind it starts in a  visual darkness. I've never seen anything as dark as a riled up Lake Superior in my entire life. Superiior, a massive dark lake when there's a storm and the wind is strong--it's waves and whitecaps thrashing, is perhaps the most evil image one can experience in nature. It poem though, ends on hope; a hope you can pin, leave at the top, as you know the original feelings will dissolve, like a storm, like a bruise, and  like a coin flip, going either way, it's only a maker of time before "heads," or "tails," will come up.

    Here's something else. The other day I was describing some sad situation. My friend suggested, there's a poem in there, but at the time I felt there was some flash fiction coming out of it. "Well," she asked, "What's the difference?"

Great question. For me if the feeling is more intimate it will probably start as a poem, but if it's more narrative in feel, then it'll more often than not become a story. I'd never thought of my process in that way, but, for me, that seems to be the way it works.  


Wednesday, May 1, 2019

New movie interest for my novel? Let's preview this information.

According to a blog, here's how often you should blog (they have a blog and they consider all of these things.) Wow. Circular. Head explosion.

Here are six things to consider that are more important than how often to publish a blog post.
  • Start with a Plan. Too often we see people start without a plan. ...
  • Define Your Audience. ...
  • Get in Their Heads. ...
  • Focus on Quality, not Quantity. ...
  • Aim to Publish Three Times a Week. ...
  • Share Your Amazing Content.

So here I sit---nothing since March 11. No news. Nothing published. No agent for Joe The Salmander. I have some readings coming up, but I always have those. 

So lets start with the REAL NEWS, because what people might be thinking is FAKE NEWS. There is The Thursday Appointments of Bill Sloan into a feature film. For a quick review of everything having to do with this book search for 'Sloan' in the search box, top left, or just use THIS LINK.
new interest in making my novel

People are really excited about this news and are thinking this:

Which is great. It's good to think big, as most non-writers think book readings are like this (I'm not being critical of anyone, just so you know):

In terms of progress here's an example of how it stands in total progress. When you download something and you get the window of percentage of the progress of the completed download...I'm right here. I've just decided to hit the button

So what does this mean?

1. This will need many steps to get from here to a screen. They involve, money, creativeness, and pure luck.

2. Not one word of a screenplay is down on paper, but there is an experienced screenwriter ready to work with me. Meetings and ideas are happening soon. I can't and won't reveal any names, at this moment.

3. No contracts have been signed but the interested production company is interested. Again, I can't and won't reveal any names. The good news here is that it's a small indie film company, which has produced and released actual movies. If made, this will not be a Hollywood movie and may not get screened (another challenging step) unless a lot of noise about it happens, such as huge word of mouth, and interest from other important entities such as top mention at film festivals (two more extremely challenging steps-getting in, getting attention-winning- Yes, check the videos above----this is winning the lottery)

So what are my expectations? I've always wanted to see Bill Sloan on screen even if it's from a film-making class in Middle School. I just think it's exciting. Obviously this is a low bar, but it's not about becoming famous---it's about creatively looking at something which started in the mind, then ended up on paper, then ended up on a bookshelf , and finally, perhaps, being something shared visually.

I can say that in my life I've been extremely lucky and things have actually happened. I've been in popular bands, written fourteen books---who gets to say that? It's not a stretch to say that this could, and may happen just because I am pushing for it. Let's see how it all plays out.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Anthology created for Memorial Day Weekend Reading in Marshfield, Ma.

Here's the reading info

May 26, 2019 Marshfield, MA

North River Arts Festival, 1:00 PM

Walnut Street Cafe
157 Old Main St,
Marshfield Hills, Ma

Reading with Timothy Gager,  Dana Rowe, Gloria Mindock and Patricia Gomes 


     I remember how cool it was when the Writers and Reading Series in Baltimore printed a zine/booklet/anthology which featured the work of their features that night. Well, over in Marshfield, Elizabeth Hanson has done the same thing with a beautiful anthology with work by Dana, Gloria, and myself. It is for sale if you want it, and will be available at the reading.

Here's the cover and table of contents, kind of a good look for a reading. 

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Two of my books are on Big Table Publishing's best seller list

Big Table Publishing has a great new and very fancy website. Two of my books, Grand Slams: A Coming of Eggs Story and Every Day There is Something About Elephants are two on their best seller lists. The links feature the blurbs and an option to purchase. So to make it easy, below are the links to my Big Table published books. Thanks for checking them out.

Every Day There Is Something About Elephants

Chief Jay Strongbow is Real

Grand Slams: A Coming of Eggs Story

The Thursday Appointments of Bill Sloan

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

My talk at Writers Work, Weymouth

Stephanie Blackman invited me to speak at her series, Writers Work in Weymouth to have a writerly talk. My subject is about my experience on writing in all genre---and the timing of the subject matter.

Here it is for your viewing, as I sit on one of their tables and chat it out.


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Thursday, January 31, 2019

MFA writing program at University of Arkansas, Monticello reviews Every Day There Is Something About Elephants

          Gravel is an online journal of art and writing published by the MFA program at the University of Arkansas at Monticello. We seek poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and flash prose that is descriptive, evocative, and makes us shake our heads in wonder.
Editor(s): Faculty Advisor: Diane Payne; MFA Students

          The review was written by Renuka Raghaven  who is the author of Out of the Blue (Big Table Publishing, 2017), a collection of poetry and prose, who I've read with multiple times and was a feature at my final Dire Literary Series. 

The review, if you are too lazy to click

Everyday There is Something About Elephants, Timothy Gager’s latest collection of 107 skillfully crafted flash fiction, is not the kind of book you settle down with for a night of easy leisure reading. This is the book you read to be blown away, to be left with a feeling of, “I can’t believe I just read that.” Be forewarned: this collection will give you the feels…all of them. Perhaps that’s because not a single story within this collection can be cast aside as a throw-away or be considered irrelevant to the collection as a whole. The stories resonate with prose as keen and sharp as the lunch lady’s I.V. needle in “What You Dream About.” Watch out!

In “Action Figures”, famous writers make cameos as apathetic dolls looking in on a pair of siblings, one of whom, is undergoing chemo. In “How it Went Down,” a story of nine lines, an entire relationship crumbles before our eyes. In “Multiplicity,” we witness rough mercy delivered by a recovering alcoholic father. The story—like many in this collection— is not quite a full page in length, yet it’s written with concise wisdom that celebrates humanity’s flaws and blemishes, while articulating pain. Expressing emotion of this magnitude with extreme economy of words, is by far, Gager’s most adroit faculty.

Everyday There is Something About Elephants is not a collection of stories, you’ll soon forget. That’s because the author, Timothy Gager, is not an author whom you’ll soon forget. Gager has a talent, or more accurately, the moxie, to write without pretense, without artifice, and most importantly, without boundaries. As you read each story, you’ll find yourself thinking, “Wait, is he really going to go there?” The answer, much to a reader’s shocking delight, is always yes.



Nicole Emmelhainz offers glimpses into farm life.
Brittany Franclemont describes the emotional experience of loss to being numb.
Mary Hanrahan explores being a passenger.
Amorak Huey and W. Todd Kaneko team up to cover rock and roll.
David Dodd Lee transform life into beauty with everyday images.
Jenica Lodde breaks free from the nets of life through song.
David Joez Villaverde shows us Detroit.


Mark Benedict's protagonist sees the god alive in her passions.
Phoebe Cramer gets in a little over her head.
Spencer Litman  writes of drugs and survival.
Christopher Aslan Overfelt  understands an angry teen mom.
S. Craig Renfroe Jr  openly expresses true concerns from a DTB.


Devon Balwit reviews Sleep in a Strange House by Jessica Purdy
Renuka Raghavan reviews Everyday There is Something About Elephants


Rose Holliday Campbell's son shares her artwork with the world, posthumously.
J.E. Crum takes us on a journey filled with self-discovery.
Christy Lorio takes us to the swamp.


Bonnie E. Carlson understands cats.
Eileen Cunniffe keeps in touch through happy hour.
Kathryn Fitzpatrick looks back at the social injustice of high school.
​Mark Spitzer wrestles with alligators.
Benjamin Toche works through relationship with food.
Emily Townsend does think about it.


Chris Milam searches for a smoke.
Kelsie Shaw contemplates past and present conditions.


Dan Brotzel writes an afterword.
Jeff Frawley
 covers gloom with a mysterious ambiance.
John M. Garcia  ponders solitude.
Emily Livingstone  questions if  a lonely man is living in his mom's basement.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

"Jack," Nominated for Best Small Fictions Anthology

 Do you know Jack? Jack is a story from Every Day There is Something About Elephants. I'm honored to announce that Big Table Publishing's boss Robin Stratton has nominated Jack to be considered for The Sonder Press/Sonder Review's Best Small Fiction Anthology.

The other nominees are:
Meg Tuite: Today Her Legs Gave Out
Nancy Stohlman: My Past Life Self Won't Stop Following Me Around the Museum
Jane Banning: Asparagus Roots.

Monday, January 7, 2019

A poem in Nixes Mate Review, an ode to University of Delaware food service.

         First read the poem HERE.

and below: The Story Behind the Poem
Russell Dining Hall-open until 2 PM for lunch or upon waking 

          When I attended the University of Delaware, I have to admit, the food was pretty good, plus you could have all the milk you could drink. They, at food services, used to trick us; it was always good-good (choice of london broil or shrimp newburg) or bad-bad (fried fish or cheesy spinach squares). This way there wouldn't be a run on the one good choice, leaving only the bad choice for the late-comer. Lucky for me---I loved cheesy spinach squares, simply adored them, but there was a lot of groaning and complaining on that particular night.

Cheesy Spinach Square
          There was also a lot of dining hall high-jinks we were involved in. First of all, who said there is no free lunch. We pulled it off all the time.  To enter a dining hall, you had to show your meal plan card to the person sitting at a small desk at the entrance. We found if we surrounded the desk with legit paying students, your friend without a plan, and shit-house broke,  could sweep on in, behind the screen. (see diagram below---you and your friends are numbers 66, 70, and 15. The nonpaying guest is number 45. Where CB is, and for simplicity, let's call it Cheese Burger,  is where the food line was located.

          The Student Center Dining Hall, my favorite hang, was decorated with large black-and-white foam core posters of Hollywood Stars of yesteryear on the wall. You know, Frank Sinatra, Lucille Ball, Errol Flynn, Dean Martin, Bob Hope and of course, Rin-Tin-Tin.
          Yeah, the amazing dog hero. In his poster, Rin-Tin-Tin's  photo had his mouth hanging wide open, and we found if we launched butter pats toward the target, if you were lucky, they would stick to the poster. It was kind of like darts---and we would keep score for the pats in or closest to Rin-Tin-Tin's mouth.

This may be the actual image used in the poster

Stock photo of basic salt-shaker
          Other ways we would keep ourselves amused was to deliver coffee to all our friends, which evolved to asking strangers, on our way up, if they too, would like a cup. The hot coffee would be stacked--cup, saucer, cup, saucer etc. and we got very competitive about the number of cups we could deliver.  Joe Kostecke stacked and delivered twenty-two cups at one time, which was, and is probably the world record. Even more outstanding was he had to dodge balled-up napkins that people were throwing at him. The next day, he dropped twenty-three and we were forced to stop by the authorities.
          Less dangerous pranks involved salt-shakers. If you dumped out the salt and filled the unit with milk, well, milk would pour out, right on someone's fried fish. Also, if you made a little pouch from a napkin, beneath the shaker top, and filled it with hidden pepper---then, surprise, pepper would come out instead.
          Another less dangerous prank involved always buying helium balloons (sold conveniently at  the Student Center) on fried chicken night. Then we would tie pieces of chicken to the balloon's strings and float them around the dining hall. The air-vents above the diners would sometimes force the balloon/chicken to dive bomb an unsuspecting student.
          Perhaps we were a bit of a menace, and the more serious students would be annoyed by us, but the bottom line was that we were very typically immature students having fun,  and  perhaps we were on something, but to me, it was all damn hilarious.