Dear World,

Who would’ve thought I’d be glad to go back to work? Having a week off definitely granted some much needed rest, but the cold, wet weather got me down. The sun is shining again, literally, and oddly I’m not sad to be at work while the skies are blue and the weather is warm. Time … Continue reading Dear World, →

disasters

Today I'm baking without recipes. I'm not a baker, but I do like taking risks. Mini risks. A baking disaster is a comic disaster. A failed parachute is a true disaster, but I skydive, too. Other than jumping from airplanes, I keep my true risks to a minimum. Actually, that's probably not true either. But … Continue reading disasters →

negatives

Writing stories is hard sometimes. I'm thinking maybe I should just write the beginnings to stories and end them with a ... That wouldn't make me much of a storyteller. But if I'm writing for myself, then the endings might not matter. ... I have the week off, and I'm going to spend it as … Continue reading negatives →

extensive lung capacity

I just started writing again after a long absence. That's not true. I write little notes on my phone all the time. This particular spot here is about a minute old, so I can't say that I've been absent from here. What I have kept my distance from is sharing anything substantial, partly because I … Continue reading extensive lung capacity →

the struggle

It's in the dark where words are found. They run from the light where any old fool can pick through them. They like to be discovered and manipulated. They like to manipulate. The relationship between the writer and the words is symbiotic: a mutual benefit between the user and the used. Which is the used … Continue reading the struggle →