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
Life is So Weird
Has it occurred to you lately how freaking weird this world is? All the insane stuff going on each day brings you to a point where ultimately you just have to shake your head. It seems there are just no words. I find myself writing that frequently of late. "No words." This is a very … Continue reading Life is So Weird
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
This pic gave me elementary school flashbacks. It's not particularly late. I think it has just turned midnight as I began typing this sentence. I used to stay up much later than this to write, sometimes until the sun started to insinuate itself around the edges of my window coverings which, though I measured twice, … Continue reading Sensational
Writing is, by nature, a fairly solitary gig. Hours upon hours spent alone, as far as anyone could see. Of course, we never feel alone, because our heads are filled with the voices of countless characters, our mind's eye filled with distant, imaginary vistas. But to anyone who might walk by and accidentally see the … Continue reading Reminders
I need to be more mindful. I need to be much more aware of what I'm doing and, probably far more importantly, what I'm not doing. This insight came from an unexpected source: my weekly iPhone Screen Time Report. Here is a photographic reproduction of a portion of that report. There are a few significant … Continue reading Mindfulness
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
For No Discernible Reason
I turned sixty years old in April. When I was a child I thought of sixty years as a very long time, and having no point of reference I couldn't begin to grasp the brevity of it. I couldn't imagine years could go by so fast. One of the fringe benefits of being sixty is … Continue reading For No Discernible Reason
It's just after 4 pm Eastern, and I just noticed that the date was March 23. This is an odd date to make note of. I mean there are nearby dates... March 26 is the sixth anniversary of my brother's passing. March 31 would have been my dad's 94th birthday. But I know why it … Continue reading Five Encouragements
Something Special, Maybe?
Old Business Well, the first two week cycle of my increased blog output ended last week with no post on the poetry blog, but successfully on the other three, and now we're back to this blog, it being Tuesday and all. So now that we've got the progress started, rather than talk about that for … Continue reading Something Special, Maybe?