Tag: life goes on
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And so I begin again.
In the last many days, I’ve had time to think about this space in my life and its accumulation of nearly two years of what passes for me these days — me in writing, that is. Whenever I run through the archives and skim the content, so many thoughts come to mind about when…
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Walk, write. Just get off your ass.
I should go outside today and walk. The cold isn’t quite as bracing as it’s been the last week or so for my west coast bones, and I’m tempted to stretch them in the warm, bright sunlight somewhat like a fat, old lazy cat. Tempted would be the key word there. But if I ventured…
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Construction and Ugly Cookies
I’m exhausted, and I’m always surprised when I realize it. Like someone who doesn’t spend 12 hours a day at the office shouldn’t be tired — ever. So not only am I exhausted, I’m annoyed that I’m exhausted. It’s pretty pathetic. No, I’m pathetic. To give myself half a break today, I’m looking at…
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It’s Dark at 3am.
Sometimes at night I wake and am not exactly sure how long I’ve been so, my eyes open and staring at patterns the too bright light across the street makes on our bedroom ceiling. It’s so quiet, even with the windows still open to let the cool Fall night air in. Everything is still. I…
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Oh Look. Writing.
Somehow, all the time I used to look forward to — all the time I spent thinking about what I might write here is gone. The unfortunate aspect of this is that the writing voice I hear during the day has faded, its insistent prodding, its litany of opening lines, and reminders of possible topics…
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Pundits and Forum Whackos
It’s kind of sad how days go by and this space sits waiting to take on the color of my days. It waits quite a bit now, but not by design. I haven’t lost interest, though. Most of the time, I feel like one of those clowns that shows up at a kid’s birthday party…