Those aren’t pillows! Prompt: Why do I write? (Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg) Date: 18 October 2011 Location: 26B I write because I know it is going to take a lifetime of writing to explain the answer. I… Read More ›
creative writing
Talking Heads
Talk to the Hand WellI am finally home after three-plus-weeks of working from the road. I’d like to say I have a profound post for mydedicated eD followers, but I am afraid I am too damn tired to even try… Read More ›
Always a Catch in a Ride
I just bought an iceberg. My cabbie answers the phone, works the radio, and every now and again picks up his fares. He epitomizes an “owner and operator” and we have built up a repertoire over the last several months. … Read More ›
Write Here
Weeze the Juice! I thought about Neanderthals today. If only they had the right set of tools, just maybe they wouldn’t be extinct (notwithstanding the argument there are still a few of ‘em in our ranks). Random thought? Not entirely…. Read More ›
I Remember When
I remember when… Mrs. Garcia, my fifth grade teacher, would punish me with an order to “write lines.” Whether it was 100, 200, 500, or a thousand lines, and exactly what the script was to say, depended on the severity… Read More ›
In Memory of My Sister
This post is a little bit on the heavy side. It isn’t for everyone, in reality in some respects it may be just for me. Why share something so personal? Well, for selfish reasons. It brings me closer to her…. Read More ›
Show and Don’t Tell
Show, don’t tell. True love is the greatest thing in the world…Except for a nice MLT. A mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe. It’s a beginning writer’s mantra…. Read More ›
Here is Your Happy Birthday Ken Doll
When I was a kid, I used to tell my friend Kendall that I longed to read books with my Ken Doll, who can dole out kind ‘ole stories that are really ama-zon!” He joked and called Hawaiian pineapples’ siblings… Read More ›
A Short Story: "Trains, Planes, and Minions"
I am an avid reader of Paulo Coelho‘s blog, live under a flight path next to a train station, and sleep with a noise machine that utilizes the sounds of water and wind. Therefore, I am not surprised to have… Read More ›
Harley Worth a Dime
Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend. The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town. The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us. The Nihilists weren’t scripted yet, there were… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 