Where is the shelter from the storm? Who is the healer of the soul? What is the answer and what is the real question? When will it all become clear, and How? And at the root of it all, Why? The five Ws, and the How. The story is not complete, and the puzzle isContinue reading “Conundrum”
Category Archives: Just sayin’
Getting a room
I got the paperback shelves up Friday, a row of Bradbury, a row of writing books — Pressfield and the like — my most cherished science fiction paperbacks, and a top shelf of classics. The office is coming into shape, but a bunch of stuff remains in boxes and may not be displayed in theContinue reading “Getting a room”
Seasons turn
The dogs and I were out back when a great honking came from down by the bay. Our 3.33 acres are divided in three parts — up here where the house and field are and we spend most of our time, a woods we visit sometimes that slopes downward toward the water, and finally aContinue reading “Seasons turn”
A place for everything
As I continue setting up in the new home office, I still need a spot for my “Be Silly sometimes” sign. I’ll have to give this serious thought.
The Thanksgiving Pencil
The new desk has about 3,523 little drawers, so I saw an opportunity to organize some of the stuff that has traditionally been out in the open in my home office, like the cup holder full of old pencils, or scattered about in various places, like the 50,000 paper clips. As I stocked the pencilContinue reading “The Thanksgiving Pencil”
While the clocks tocked
The wind chimes outside the window protested melodiously as the November wind continued to crash them against each other. The white-haired bearded man pried open his laptop and started to type, as the clock on the left ticked on the backbeat of the clock on the right. “I should rage against this insane world andContinue reading “While the clocks tocked”
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”