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Biding time on a Thursday
While biding time on a Thursday afternoon in May, I wonder what life will be like come September. I've been quietly working behind the scenes of two blogs, continuing a couple of columns for local fare, and beginning today, I add a new weekly story. It won't actually...
An Update from the Future: free flowing trepidations No. 672, February 26, 2022
I awoke to the usual on this February morning, coffee, snow and watching state-run television. I miss the days of looking at the Weather Channel with some homespun weather person giving a humorous perspective of daily barometric pressures or possible storms emanating...
California Dreamin'
During the annual California dreamin' trip to Sausalito, I took a break from all things writing - for a moment - to celebrate my anniversary with Christine. No matter how much I wish to get away and not encumber my mind with placing adjectives with nouns and ending...
The Friday Fish Fry
Since 2008, I have had the privilege to volunteer at the Brother Dan Food Pantry, and during Lent, to work the Friday fish fry. In the last couple of years, my times at Brother Dan's have decreased mostly due to scheduling conflicts, but that fact has not...
It was a good day
It was a good day on Friday. I started the day with breakfast at my favorite coffee shop with some favorite coffee guys, then traveled up to Pierson's, the new restaurant in Harbor Springs, and had a blast working with some folks over the lunch hours. To top off the...
Life of a Writer Being SIck
Life of a writer being sick is an interesting experience. I had all of my writing assignments completed as of Tuesday, even finishing a new book and sending it off to the editor, but then it hit. It was a cold. Not the flu, mind you, but a big-time head cold. After...
Success and failure in twenty-four hours
At the beginning of my short-lived writing career success and failure in twenty-four hours is not uncommon. I remember when Christine said I had five years. Five years to be successful and make a living at writing. I'm not sure I'm there yet and this is my fifth year....
Life of a writer with deadlines
The life of a writer with deadlines is a much different world than the life of a writer finding his way through the meanderings of a novel. I've recently picked up three regular writing assignments. Fun? Yes. intriguing? Sure. But damn, a deadline. Not only that, I...
Life of a Writer in the studio
The life of a writer in the studio is always a safe place to be. Surrounded by mementos such as my father's WWII model boats, my kid's hockey jerseys, and assorted books and paintings, I string to life several generations of spare time. I revel in a place not wired in...
Life of a Writer with Candles
The life of a writer with candles exemplifies my notion that as the flame gently sways so goes my prose. Have you ever really gazed into the center of the flame and acquiesced to the aura? It paralyzes yet inspires. It suspends reality yet spawns a mindfulness to the...
Life of a Writer on Thursday
The life of a writer on Thursday has devolved into significant patterns. Since I write on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, I get used to a routine of coffee with friends, going to the gym, and putting so many words to paper prior to Christine arriving home from...
Life of a Writer in the Hospital
So I've recently experienced the life of a writer in the hospital. Perhaps it was too many cocktail parties and too much food since December 1st, but I ended up in the hospital with premature ventricular contractions. Scary to say the least. During my two-day stay, I...