The Pressure of Writing for an Audience…

I need to hurry up and write something and post it before I start to get my second wind and end up not going to bed until after 11:00 like last night. Aging bodies need more sleep, I am discovering (and lamenting). But hey! Exciting evening. Dragged empty garbage can from the curb and toted…

Nothing To It

There’s nothing to it. You just start writing. Type out or scribble down a few words, a phrase, an image. Set a timer. Write for an hour. See how many words you can get written in that time. Look them over. Throw them away. Forget all of it. Start again. Train your brain to work…

No Good Title Comes to Mind

So I was looking at Twitter this morning and came across this Tweet: Priced out of flats, now moved on in their vans: Bristol’s rent crisis https://t.co/0aqFgAmqUP — The Guardian (@guardian) October 20, 2018 Of course, since I live in the U.S. I see stories like this every day about every major city in the…

Is This What Vulnerable Means?

Years from now, I’ll still be writing. Hating myself for failing at it, but never stopping. It’s gonna be so great, man! Whew! I. Am. STOKED!

Realism is Not an Antidote

In fifty years, the fact that I – or anyone else – ever kept a blog or posted photos on the Internet or wrote novels or painted or sculpted or coached people to be their best selves won’t even matter.

Go on, Gordon

I came home ridiculously early from work today since we were expecting a hurricane to maybe hit us here on the Eastern Shore of Mobile Bay. It would have been called Hurricane Gordon. But guess what! Heh heh. No hurricane. Just a little securing of the yard from possible flying objects, destroying a spider’s home…

Progression Obsession

At this moment I am typing in a document called The Stream II and I have logged a word-count of 24,325 since the file was created on 9 August. Four days after I created this document I started posting on social media photos of my daily word-count, numbers which have varied widely over the last…

My Mom Said Things

When I was a kid, my mom had a lot of weird sayings regarding a variety of different topics and situations. I remember a lot of them but have no idea what she was talking about most of the time. I also remember that she always had a fly swatter handy in the summer months,…

Speak and Spell and Die of Embarrassment

In a message I sent to a friend of mine on FB Messenger I misspelled the word “dessert.” Not only does that make me sad due to the fact that my sixth grade teacher (Hi, Mrs. Kabulski!) provided a mnemonic device for us by saying, “Remember: ‘dessert’ always has two Scoops!” At least I think it…

Bumbling Towards Ecstasy

So. Sunday wedding announcements in the Times. Blah blah blah. [Caitlin and James] met almost a year ago on the dating app Bumble. [Carolyn and Brian], who met on the dating app Bumble, were married at Playa Largo Resort in Key Largo, Fla. Obviously, today’s offerings were strange only in that two of the newly married…

Now Comes the Hard Part

As far as I am willing to, I have fluffed up my online presence in the following ways: made all my work available for sale in various and sundry online outlets redesigned my website created a Facebook page devoted to my writing persona revived an old Twitter account joined the dreaded Instagram I guess that…