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The Big Lie

Good news, everyone: I’m going to live forever! At least that’s the conclusion you might draw if you examined my behavior.

I’m forever putting off the important stuff by occupying myself with the trivialities of life. Why pursue priorities when there are dishes to be washed and mail to be sorted? Now I’ll grant you that neither …[MORE]

February 12, 2010 | Category: The Flotsam of Existence, Writing About Writing | 3 comments

What Are You Waiting For?

One of my Facebook buddies recently recommended a poetry video and I thought, “Sounds good,” then I kept on reading and never checked the link.

Later, in another blog, I found another recommendation for the very same reading. This time I clicked. Take my word for it: don’t keep reading. Click on this powerful performance by [now deceased] …[MORE]

February 5, 2010 | Category: Speaking of Speaking, The Flotsam of Existence, Writing About Writing | 2 comments

The Devine Message

A church along one of my frequent routes has a message board outside, one of those with movable letters. Such boards are often used to quote scripture, announce church events or offer up pithy messages. The church I often pass is fond of the pithy message. Recently, I saw them offer tips on communicating with …[MORE]

November 23, 2009 | Category: Failure to Communicate, Nothing Humble About It, Speaking of Speaking, Writing About Writing | Leave a comment

“Mail’s In”

I am locked in an eternal struggle with paper. I trash it, shred it, file it, use it, reuse it, recycle it, and constantly strive to reduce it in my life. My efforts are in vain: it just keeps coming in the door. I haven’t given up yet, but I have begun to despair.

Recently, while …[MORE]

November 20, 2009 | Category: The Flotsam of Existence, Writing About Writing | One comment

What's In A Name?

I vacillated over the subtitle of this blog: should it be “A writer’s journal” or “A writer’s journey”? Both are somewhat accurate.

I was born a writer. I recall being a writer as far back as first or second grade. I wrote a newspaper parody in fourth grade and started my first novel by the age …[MORE]

November 1, 2009 | Category: Writing About Writing | One comment