“Write like a maniac,” I said. With power, there would be no excuses. I dug my rear into 36K and prepared my writing space. My words bounced off the seat backs in front of us. My new best friends, in… Read More ›
Rambling
Square Routes
I like to write and think about the little things. I can’t help but think that there are endless avenues that lead towards a more satisfying moment, hour, or even day. They are small little details that pack a big… Read More ›
O Grity Seen
Sometimes, if you look hard enough at a word, you can find hidden meaning between and among its letters. Don’t just break down the prefix, root, or suffix, or try to dig into its linguistic history. Instead, stare at the… Read More ›
Say Hello to My Little Friends
Let’s face it, at times we abandon our friends. They are incredibly important to us; they are part of us, yet days build on days and before long we stop mid-step and realize we have done it again: we have… Read More ›
Cheeseburger in Tuscany
The sun burnt my skin, sour candy formed one of those strange bump things on my tongue, and even, just once or twice, a rogue glass-too-many hurt my head the next morning. Too much of a good thing can be,… Read More ›
Miss Quito Was Here
We swatted in a midnight haze at a mosquito with a familiar craze. Could it be the same one that punished us for my excessive limoncello session the eve before our wedding? Same place, more or less,… Read More ›
Average Cup of Joe
It’s funny how certain things stick with you even when they probably shouldn’t. Small insignificant events can nag at your brain and you have to wonder, why? It was Wednesday morning. My commute was all but over with just… Read More ›
What if?
Writers use prompts to rev up their arguably creative minds. I am partial to “What If?” (A. Bernays and P. Painter), at least when I am in the prompting mood. The prompts often remind me of childhood, when “what if?”… Read More ›
“The Road of Excess Leads to the Palace of Wisdom”
William Blake, the source of the title quote, was onto something about excess. But sometimes, I just don’t get it. My hotel room this week in the Bay Area was not exactly three star, yet it had a phone… Read More ›
Emotional Baggage
What is it about airplane movies that makes me just want to ball my eyes out? I can’t be alone here, but to me no matter how terrible the flick, the drama is thick enough to stow in an overhead… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 