Love and trust and puppies

Summer, our year-and-a-half-old golden retriever, is always nearby, it seems. Right now she is in repose, stretched out, her nose on one paw, the snout about 4 inches away from my left foot. I can hear her steady breathing, but she is not asleep. If I were to get up and move to a chairContinue reading “Love and trust and puppies”

Just create

I should be writing the novel, not writing in this journal. I should be writing to share in the blog, not writing for myself. But wait — I am writing. And both those sentences began, “I should be writing.” In one of my favorite films, a dying man tells the hero, “I don’t care whatContinue reading “Just create”

Too much too much

The images flashed at him, too many images, too many words, all at once, too many sounds, too many too many too many, his mind screamed, and the scream was another sound to go with the too many others. “Stop!” and he suddenly realized he had said it out loud. “Stop what?” she asked. “There’sContinue reading “Too much too much”

Update at 900

Back in August 2020 I challenged myself to make sure I added something to this blog every day for three months, a 92-day commitment. Today is Day 900 of that challenge. This is my most successful attempt at a writing discipline ever. If I could translate that discipline to my efforts at fiction, I’d beContinue reading “Update at 900”

One song at a time

Here is a little something I rediscovered while listening to 78s yesterday: There’s really only one thing you can do while playing old records — listen. The song is anywhere from two minutes to (if it’s a 12-inch record) maybe four minutes, so you can’t really do much more than listen to the song. BeforeContinue reading “One song at a time”

Everything old is new again

One of the first books I read in 2023 was The Year of Less by Cait Flanders, which chronicles a year in which she put a moratorium on buying new stuff and, in the process, reduced the amount of stuff she owns by 70 percent. It got me to thinking about all my things. I’veContinue reading “Everything old is new again”

Not writing nothing is a win

I don’t much feel like writing today, but here I go. It’s like they say about love — it’s a commitment, it’s a decision, and maybe you made that commitment in the heat of passion and glorious emotion, but sometimes you love just because you said that’s who you are. And so sometimes you writeContinue reading “Not writing nothing is a win”

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