Gratuitous Gratitude, a Rant

Gratitude from the overly thankful drips on me like cold sludge from a clogged gutter. Words from a recent email: Oh thank you sooo much for doing this!!! My world is a better place because you are in it!!!  I am so grateful for everything you do for me!!!  I just can't thank you enough!!!!!!!!!!!…

The Roses of Success – My 100th Post

Well, here it is. My 100th post.  Isn't it so shiny and polished?  Now that I'm such an experienced blogger, this will be a post full of wit and wisdom, of laughter and tears, of such beautiful brilliance that it will overload the blogosphere, explode beyond the confines of the interwebs, burst into the thoughts of the non-webified, and I will, finally, achieve my goal…

What’s in a name?

Would my blog, by any other name, stink? I have been thinking about my renaming my blog. I've been thinking about it since November. When I started this 'thing' I had no idea what I was doing... User Name = Blog Name = Site Title = URL??? But now I know...  Now I am an…

Ten Minutes

Ten Minutes.  Impossible.  I make too many mistakes.  I already did.  I meant to start with the word, 'word.'  The words fill my mind, swirl around my soul until I am drowned.  I can't take another breath until I've breached the dam and they pour out like a flood onto the screen.  The squiggly red lines, like poisonous worms under every word,…

Never Been Kissed

I was the most immature 16 year old on the planet. I blush now to read my diary then. It sounds like a twelve year old's thoughts.  I had no plans for the future when I was 16.  I was interested in Right Now, or maybe, Five Minutes From Now. After reading all of the…

Ernest Hemingway: Brief

To be honest, I'm not sure I much care for Hemingway.  No, not sure at all.  I mean, he's a writer.  A good writer. One of the best.  You know all that already.  But his stories, well, they're sad.  Nothing good happens in them, nothing happy.  But you gotta read them, right?  Because he's a great writer,…

Robert Heinlein: Sex

A friend read my post, One Word Test, and after reading the list of ten of my favorite authors, she asked, "Do you actually like Heinlein?" And the truth is, no, not any more.  As an adult trying to re-read his books I loved as a teen, I now find them creepy and pedantic, and…

Did you miss me?

Did you notice I was gone? A week ago yesterday, I flew to Phoenix for a Show. (as we call it in the 'industry')  Starting Thursday morning until Tuesday night, I spent just about 100 hours sitting at a computer in a cold, dark ballroom, cleaning up PowerPoint slides, making what we call 'Happy Face' picture loops for the…