Posts Tagged ‘The Life Of A Writer’

It Was Me

August 9, 2022

Oh, wait . . . right . . . *I* told them.

Then I Thought, “But How Did They FIND Me?!”

August 8, 2022

Nothing warms a writer’s soul (particularly a lapsed writer) like hearing, “I’m only four pages into your story and I already love your work!”

That Was Weird

February 7, 2022

While I’m decidedly more chipper than I was last week, certain bits of last week keep coming back to mind.

Specifically, that’s it’s difficult to focus on writing when you look outside your window and see scavenger birds picking apart an iguana corpse in your driveway.

The Truth Isn’t Always Interesting

April 13, 2021

This morning L’s Mother did something I thought was really funny, but she disagreed and asked me to not post about it here, so now I don’t know what to write about.

At Least I Have Clean Dishes

March 19, 2021

Today I told myself that every time I had trouble writing what I wanted to write today, I’d rinse a dish and put it into the (at the time) empty dishwasher.

The dishwasher is now full.

Maybe Make It A Month To Be On The Safe Side

October 12, 2020

Last week somebody essentially asked me if I was still writing, and it’s a fair question because I’m certainly not publishing anything right now. The answer, in short, is yes and no. I’ve never stopped drafting out various projects, but it was literally only last week that I worked out with L. (in theory) time for me to do some actual writing work. To keeps myself honest (and amused), what follows is an actual quote from me elaborating on my answer in that private message:

“Yeah, to paraphrase something I read a long time ago, this might be me lying to myself that I left a bottle of whiskey under the sink at home to get me out of the snow before I freeze to death, but just like the old drunk in the snow in the story, right now, I’ll take it. Ask me again in a couple of weeks if I’ve actually finished something.”

And This Is Part Of Being In MY Family

April 23, 2020

Me:  *having trouble focusing my thoughts at my desk*

L’s Mother:  *comes in to my office to vent about her day*

(This is not a problem; this is just part of being a family.)

Me:  *starts to say something to L’s Mother*

L:  *comes in to my office and starts trying to talk over me to tell his mom something*

(This is a problem, albeit a minor one, but this is also just part of being a family.)

Me:  *decides to leave the office so they can talk and maybe I can find some peace to focus*

L’s Mother:  *follows me down the hallway while listening to L.*

L: *follows his mother while chatting away*

Me:  Well . . . at least I have something to write about now.

A Confession

April 6, 2020

Look, I don’t have anything good to say today (I’ve got plenty of “not good” things I could say, but I’m just not in the mood.), and my son is waiting for me to be free to play with him, so I’m going to do that instead of sit here any longer.

So I’m Doubling His Salary And Taking The Rest Of The Day Off So I Don’t Fire Him

April 3, 2020

While I’ve been trying to come up with something to write here today, my editor (i.e., my son) has pointed out not one, but two errors I made in previous posts.

So I Guess What I Said Remains Technically True For Today

March 5, 2020

Last night I was asked where I get my ideas, and I replied they come from any number of sources.

Today I am reminded that zero can be included in the category of “any number.”