Tag Archive | writing
I had…not a great day today, kids. I found out that someone I thought of as a friend has been lying to me for some time, apparently, and basically betrayed my trust and the trust of many others I consider my friends. Which, believe it or not, actually makes today’s socks kind of perfect. I […]
Making words is hardSometimes, I wonder: Why notjust make beer instead?
There once was a writer-type guyWho awoke with his desk a pig styToasted crumbs filled the keysAnd with the scent of old cheeseHe got the cleaner and tried not to cry (Yep, I cleaned my desk today. Look! It’s shiny and dust-free! And, yes, that’s really an except from Project Tennyson. But no, I don’t […]
Of course it was an April Fool’s Day thing My very precocious five year-old (who still occasionally justifies his original moniker, The Attitude, even if with less frequency these days) tends to become a tad uneasy when he thinks we’re yanking his chain about something. For instance, every time I quip something like, oh, “we’re […]
What’s that gooey pan of deliciousness, you ask? I’ll tell you, my friend, it’s brownies. A big pan of yummy, just-baked-and-waiting-for-someone-likely-named-Puddin-to-come-embarrass-himself-in-gluttonous-joy, brownies. Err, well, a partial pan of them, anyway. The kids obviously executed their right of first refusal.
If you’re one of the three people that actually keeps track of the progress bar there to the right of the blog, you’re probably wondering why in the name of the unholy new maths Project Tennyson hasn’t advanced in any way, shape, or identifiable form in, like, months. Literally, I think the last time I […]
I really should post something interesting for you. I mean, I really want to, too. No time, though. Not this weekend, anyway. I’m knee-deep in the home stretch of revising Project Macaroni. Underwater. In over my head. Up a creek. Down and out. Insert directionally-related idiom here. After this bout of revisions, it goes to […]
Huzzah! After two longs months of toiling daily in the word mines, reeking of coffee, weakness, dark chocolate, candy-coating, bourbon, flop sweat, and doom, I have finally, finally finished the first draft of my latest novel, codenamed Project Macaroni. How can you believe me, you ask? Especially as I’m known to make stuff up on […]