Have you passed out yet? No? Good. I want your attention for a moment. There’s a ton of these posts and reposts up today. It’s Thanksgiving and we’re all being told to be thankful, which many of us are, but we do so out of a desire to fulfill the need to stay within the
Category Archives: Dreams
Many moons ago I lived on the west side of my hometown, which at the time wasn’t as rough of a neighborhood as it is now. It was filled with middle class, hard-working factory types. Men and women who got up everyday, went to work with the lunch bucket and then came home. I won’t
When people hear that I’m a writer I get a varied amount of reactions. Usually the first few questions are pretty simple, so I’ll go through them here that way if we ever meet you’ll know the answer to them and we can move onto other topics. Q: What kind of stories do you write?
Writing is by its very nature hard, yet it is also simple provided you don’t get in your own way. I find the easiest times for me to start writing is when I’ve done little to prepare myself for the act itself. As if it was the next breath for my body’s internal rhythm clock.
I’d heard the phrase before. During a childhood far more years ago than I once thought, I heard those words. Go West. After spending several days in the state of Colorado I can report many things for my Midwestern brethren who have not been. It is glorious. Far more that I could have first imagined,
One of these days the books will write themselves. The robots will have analyzed every facet of our brains and they’ll craft the next great literary wonders. Inside their copper and gold neural networks they’ll piece together the best of what humans desire and you’ll have masterpiece after masterpiece to enjoy. Until then, I plan
I’m young and I don’t know much, but what I do know beyond a shadow of a doubt is this – Life can beat you down and wring every ounce of strength you believe you have until it makes you curl up into a ball and cry. Even the toughest, most self-absorbed, emotionally switched off
When you leave loose threads of fabric around you’re bound to run into problems. I was reminded of this during a recent work trip when I noticed a long green thread dangling from the end of the front of my shirt. Seeking to present the most professional appearance possible I tugged on the thread. This
Plaster is a sticky substance. I found this out years ago when I worked as a security installer. It was the first time I’d ever been a field technician and had to repair walls. I started in the residential side of the business, making sure homes were protected against break ins and giving the elderly