What if I just wrote a cheap novel, something simple and catchy like an 80s pop song, the kind no one wants to admit enjoying. I have to stop being such a book snob. I will never be a Fitzgerald or a Salinger. I could use a fun pen name—maybe the one I give at … Continue reading So I’ve been thinking
Tag: writing
evolution
I was deeply inspired what seems a lifetime ago by a writer who for some reason thought I was a decent read. I reread a couple of his posts tonight for old-time's sake, loved them, said so, and then reading through the comments saw that I had already expressed my love for them when they … Continue reading evolution
life update for the aether
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The summer slipped by so fast with all my medical escapades and whatnot. Kinda sucked, actually, but I did get a bit of warm sunshine. One-hundred degrees is the new warm in Texas, in case you didn’t know. I spent the past week immersed in physics conversations with like-minded … Continue reading life update for the aether
Do, or do not, …
I’ve been watching movies. The past three nights I have watched the first 5 episodes of Star Wars. I’ve never seen them back-to-back before. The series is outstanding when watched in order. Even better having watched a bit of The Mandalorian beforehand. I watched Jaws last Saturday night. I always get wrapped up in Quint’s … Continue reading Do, or do not, …
Say Hello To My Little Friend
Ah the stress. The emotions that pour out as verbal abuse. Not like that. But snapping, Yelling. Someone gets hit with it if they are within listening range. Someone becomes an unintended target. Then on and on until the dog gets kicked. You know the story. And the things we let get to us that … Continue reading Say Hello To My Little Friend
June 8: day 8: I did this one thing today
I hadn't written a story in 99 words until today, The task wasn't easy, but it was lots of fun. If you want to read it, click here. I still have not painted the room.
June 5: day 5: postscript
Lying here in the dark, it occurs to me that what I need is a muse. I've never been able to write without one, be it a human or a cut deeply puncturing my soul. I have neither. I have concepts and puzzles and interpretations. I have physics, which used to be a passion and … Continue reading June 5: day 5: postscript
June 5: day 5: skewed
I cried today because I thought someone was dead. The person fell of the face of the planet: no longer worked at his place of employment (the front desk person was not helpful); disappeared from social media; did not return my texts for the last week; just gone. You might be saying to yourself, "He … Continue reading June 5: day 5: skewed
June 4: day 4:
In keeping with my goal to write everyday, I am here at my computer with nothing in particular to say. I need to overcome that. Let's just write, shall we? My vacation does not feel like a vacation this year. It feels like time to do a bunch of stuff that I normally wouldn't have … Continue reading June 4: day 4:
June 3: day 3: …
I prefer the old pond to this new one. Few people were ever seen around the old one, and the wooded stretch was more woody. The old trail was a bed of dirt and roots and leaves, and the new one is concrete. But I shouldn't complain. It's still a nice walk. Much less character … Continue reading June 3: day 3: …
June 2: day 2: Felipe
I stepped outside this evening to meet a big, full moon on my back porch. My plumeria stood tall in the moonlight, quite proud of himself. He was about eight inches tall with two leaves when I put it in my cart at HEB two years ago. He is now several feet tall and outgrowing … Continue reading June 2: day 2: Felipe
June 1: day 1
For me, summer vacation generally involves hiding from the world. This summer is different than the rest, not because I'm not trying to hide from people but because I have plans to do productive things. One of those things involves preparing for next year. I've managed all my adult life to avoid spending my summers … Continue reading June 1: day 1
back on the horse
I peeked into my past today and found that what I thought was, wasn't. I suspect there is a small chance that what I saw had been altered in some way, and I felt somewhat slighted. I saw elements of my presence as though my ghost had been haunting, however, and I felt vindicated. Or … Continue reading back on the horse
Breakfast in America
You dreamed you were in a submarine with Adam Sandler. He was sitting at the helm with a blanket in his lap like an old man navigating darkness in solitude. You asked him how he knew when to turn and which way to go to avoid hitting underwater things, and he pointed to a button … Continue reading Breakfast in America
Was it all just a dream?
I once had a small room with dark drapes, an overstuffed chair, and bookshelves filled with classics. I spent most of my time in that room typing on a keyboard that had most of the caps missing from its keys. I wrote everyday, often until the wee hours of the morning. I filled my screen … Continue reading Was it all just a dream?
Fraud
Today is the last day of the year and the thousandth of previous ones just like it. Ah but this one is different! Today I don't feel the slow release of poison from my pores. Pent-up stress does not have its grip on me today, which is odd considering I just finished what should have … Continue reading Fraud
a beautiful discovery
Driving home this afternoon in the misty grey, I listened to a song by an artist that someone shared with me a lifetime ago, and I was transported--not to that other time but to another realm. I was a living a surreal scene in a movie, floating through the trees down a narrow and winding … Continue reading a beautiful discovery
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
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