I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
Moment by moment You next chapter is in progress And as much as you won't like to hear this The words are scrolling past you With every tick of the clock's second hand With ev'ry unfurling of rose pedals Should you meet a wizard It would be well worth the second to make a note... Continue Reading →
I try not to be a Debbie Downer too much, but this site often ends up being my mind-dump, word vomit therapy. Yesterday, I was in the worst of sorts, but remembered that great writers become great by writing constantly, so I wrote two posts but did not publish them because they were so sad/disheartening/not... Continue Reading →
My friends, coffee is not music. It's true that you can sometimes get away with playing loudly, and some people do, in fact, believe it sounds better. This principle does not apply to a cuppa joe. The radioactive waste that my office serves in vacuum-sealed packages and labels as "coffee" is unfixable. Even if you... Continue Reading →
I don't want to make this too obvious or unimaginative, but I do want to remind anyone willing to take time to read this how beautiful life and the mundane are. In music, when one instrument wants to perform a solo, the rest of the band has to fall a bit into the background and... Continue Reading →
My mind doesn't play well without other minds that play well. Creativity and deep thinking inspire creativity and deep thinking. I try to inspire myself by responding to one-word daily prompts first thing in the morning and surprising myself with the fact that I can and do, in fact, think. I wish they were always fantastical, romantic, whimsical thoughts,... Continue Reading →