Struggling to keep up.
The Number Nine is a story from when I first got here, that makes me look like a great big American idiot. Which I pretty much am.
I don’t have a degree in Creative Writing. I haven’t even taken any classes. My degree is in Fine Arts because all they had for web-related stuff back in the day was called “Computer Science” and that didn’t quite fit for design. I haven’t been traditionally published, I haven’t won any awards. I have only […]
It was posts like this one: Aspiring Writers Need to Quit NOW that used to make me feel super-emboldened and legit, but I could never seem to follow it up in execution. I ended up writing neither more nor less as a result. It was only when I was doing the usual, trying to carve […]
“You know,” my roommate said to me over the wind and traffic noise in his CJ7 Jeep as we blasted down the highway, “Nobody ever had to beg me to play hockey.” We were roommates and teammates on Colorado’s 2nd-ever team in the Major League Roller Hockey comp. The 1st-ever team was the region’s Golden […]
Somedays, I miss blogging for the sake of it. I mean, I do it now, but there was a time that I had one blog for ALL the people that knew me, where I had to watch my mouth (and my step), one for all the funny people that DIDN’T know me (in real life) […]
Today is Wednesday. That’s really only notable in that we all thought it was Thursday, because Thursday is Bin Day and our bins are proudly out front of our house, patiently waiting to be emptied. Georgia dutifully emptied all the bins into them last night, the nappy bucket and a few assorted plastic food containers […]