This morning, I was cagey. This happens to me a lot. It happens to me a lot on the weekends. My family likes to move slowly on the weekends, and my little boy won’t even get dressed if he can help it. This is probably because everyone leaves the houseContinue Reading
I just can’t seem to walk away when something isn’t working. I mean, I won’t even put down an awful book without finishing it. I can be reading the worst book ever written, and I will slowly, painfully take it in a few pages at a time because I’m notContinue Reading
There is no reason why I should think about Denver. I lived in Denver a few different times and for not real long periods. I would say from 1992 until 2010, a mere 18 years, I lived in Denver four different times for no longer than four years at aContinue Reading
So, I had coffee with my buddy Dan the other day. It was a lovely day, and we drank coffee, and that is all the action that took place. Not much of a plot, is it? Dan has been cooking up this story in his head for years. I can’tContinue Reading
It’s done. It came out to 61,516 words. No small feat. I opened it 56 times in the past 23 days and the total editing time came to 22 hours, 17 minutes. About an hour a day. Is this the best novel I’ve ever written? No. Was it the mostContinue Reading
Realizing the patterns When I started Camp NaNoWriMo a mere 17 days ago, all I knew was that I wanted to rewrite the remains of a 30 year old project. Incidentally, I have not read this project despite being 48,000 words into the rewrite. I had only planned on writingContinue Reading
The Half-way Point This is the 13th NaNoWriMo event that I’ve participated in. I feel like I’m starting to get a handle on it, at least in my own way. What I’m finding now, ten days into it is that I’ve somehow compartmentalized this activity. I mean, I work onContinue Reading
It stands out in my memory as the first time I went into a store specifically to buy a notebook for a specific purpose. I was driving from Boulder to Littleton. It’s a long drive. I took HWY 93 out of Boulder to Golden. In Golden, I got on 6th,Continue Reading
During my commutes in San Francisco, I began to order the world around me. More aptly, I began to order myself within the world around me. I also started to think about my family, those who are gone, and the ones that remain. I started to think about old friends,Continue Reading