Learn to Play

The kids are at school, the dishes done, and the laundry started.  She has no more excuses.  She must sit down on the floor, now, in front of the TV, now, turn on the XBox, now, and learn to play. She hates video games.  She's hated them all her life.  From the moment her parents gifted her…

One Bite

Oh how they stare. They know I don't belong here, but they know why I've come. A once in a lifetime trip. I've spent all of my savings and borrowed a fortune to get here. All for this one experience. This one event. This one meal. The maître d' leads me to a table and…

A Composition on Composition

A Composition is a thing composed of various elements. This post is a thing composed of definition and memory and an attempt to find balance. First - definition: See first sentence. Second - memory: Seventh grade english class: I am wearing my glasses because they are new. Before the week is out, I will lose…

A ‘Real’ Writer

What makes a 'real' writer? I write every day; it is the way I think. A pulse between synapse and neuron becomes motion from mind to hand, a scribble of black ink on white paper. Those 'think on paper' words live in a vacuum. A time capsule. They are not written for reading. But sometimes, a…

This is dedicated to:

If I ever get my fiction published, I will dedicate my first book to my seventh grade teacher. This is what the dedication will say: To Mrs. Weigel, who gave me an award for a story I didn't write. Yeah, that story of mine that you gushed over, that earned me the only A+ I…

My Unrequited Love of Collaboration

Ah, Collaboration - The dream team working together towards a common goal.  Minds meld and a beautiful 'something' is created. A 'thing' that is better than anything the collaborators could have achieved on their own. The reality is that the word 'together' is a lie. As is the word 'common.' And the 'goal' is never…

The Cover Letter

It starts like this: To whom it may concern.  (Except nobody uses the word 'Whom' anymore. Either you use it wrong and you sound like an idiot, or you use it correctly and everyone who reads the sentence spends a minute saying it out loud to themselves wondering if it is correct.  Better to avoid…

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…