I bore even myself by whining about an old problem again

Saturday morning I sat down and made another list of the various writing projects I have started and left unfinished. When I reached nine, I rested my case — my case being that I continue to have an almost manic inability to finish writing projects. You may find that an odd statement from a guyContinue reading “I bore even myself by whining about an old problem again”

Journey Back to Circadia

Now isn’t this interesting? Well, it is to me, at least. In my quest to add something to this blog every day, my brain slowed to a trickle in recent days. Yeah, yeah, there was a lot of day-job stuff to do, and I’m still organizing my new home office, and yada yada yada —Continue reading “Journey Back to Circadia”

This is what happened

The most powerful words in any language may be “Once upon a time” or “In the beginning …” The words arrest your attention at once: “Listen up! I have a story to tell, and it all starts here, whatever ‘it all’ may turn out to be.” It all began when … We never realized untilContinue reading “This is what happened”

Writing advice from Andy Weir

One of the heroes of the “choose yourself” independent publishing movement is Andy Weir, author of The Martian, among the most successful self-published novels of the last decade or so. I recently blundered across an excerpt of an interview with Weir that included that immortal question, “What is your advice for new writers trying toContinue reading “Writing advice from Andy Weir”

And so, create

So Dad would have been 99 years old today, if he hadn’t passed a few months before his 97th birthday. Where’s that “things that happened in 1923” card I bought him a couple of decades ago and never gave him? I saw it again recently while moving boxes from there to here. A few ofContinue reading “And so, create”

Oh no, he’s writing about moving all his stuff again

This is the first journal entry in five (!) days, after a flurry of office-moving activity, and the first thing I’ve written at the new rolltop desk, a fine piece of furniture purchased for $6 at an online estate sale auction, 90 minutes after it reached its final (for now) resting place. It was theContinue reading “Oh no, he’s writing about moving all his stuff again”

NaNo NaNo

This, the writers among you know, is NaNoWriMo. Folks who don’t have a pathological need to conjure words all the time may have heard of National Novel Writing Month, the annual November challenge to write a novel in 30 days. I tried it three years ago, dove in, and after three days and 6,000 wordsContinue reading “NaNo NaNo”

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