So then, here we are, smack in the middle of "the holidays." Such a bizarre state of affairs to approach this season for the second year in a row with the pandemic trending upwards, and every day, more and more and more and more... everything else seems to be trending downwards. You know things like … Continue reading The Holidays
Friendship
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I have a friend who says, (and I'm paraphrasing, probably incorrectly), "You can only call yourself a writer if you write." In other words, on the days you don't write you're not a writer. On a technical level this seems pretty obvious, and I often wonder: what is a plumber on the days she doesn't … Continue reading 798
Two Notebooks
They're really nothing special to look at. In fact I probably haven't opened them more than a handful of times in the past 34 or so years. I mentioned the older of the two to a couple of friends not too long ago, it's the one with the unsightly stain of unknown origin. The newer … Continue reading Two Notebooks
Finis
There are many variations. Some authors harken back to the Latin, which you've got to admit - if you're looking for the most unnecessarily pretentious way to end a book you can't do much better than the Latin, Finis. The Sumerian equivalent maybe, in cuneiform. That might be slightly more pretentious, but only slightly. I'm … Continue reading Finis
Honesty
Today I'm going to do something in this blog post that I don't usually do. I'm going to be honest. And yes, I know how that sounds and what it implies, so before we get into it, I'm almost positive that I've never told a lie in a blog post and I strive for honesty … Continue reading Honesty
Little Scotty’s Insanely Visual Day
I had a feeling it was going to be a special day. My daughter and I were driving to a town near Utica, NY to pick up the kitty she was adopting. It was a good day for a drive in the center of the state. Sunny, on the warm side, (it said it was … Continue reading Little Scotty’s Insanely Visual Day
Solitude
I do not know why so many story ideas come to me when I'm walking my dog. Upon reflection I suppose it is a brief period of time during which I am the sole arbiter of what goes on in my head. No one else's voice is bending my thoughts in their direction. The dog … Continue reading Solitude
Bounty
It's a great word, "bounty." It can mean a price upon one's head. It's a brand of paper towel. It was a ship which, if my memory serves, Marlon Brando once took by mutiny. I might have been able to find you a picture illustrating bounty that used the same font, but the accompanying image … Continue reading Bounty
Please Check This Out
I've talked about my friend Mary Driscoll's blog before, and I'm doing it again. Please check out her latest post! The Coffee Shop 4/4/17 - Working in an Office Has Never Been This Good!
S.J. Varengo - Author 