Content forthcoming. Standby.

I'm sure you've noticed that I've been a bit derelict in posting original content on here. Sorry about that...I haven't had much time alone with my thoughts of late. But it just occurred to me (because I'm super quick on the uptake like that) that I do have stuff to share, stuff that you might… Continue reading Content forthcoming. Standby.


Anniversaries and missed deadlines

This is post number 52. Which, had things gone according to plan, should have been published two months ago. But nothing seems to go according to plan for me these days, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. When I started my blog, I'd hoped to average about a post a week, if not more. Lofty goals,… Continue reading Anniversaries and missed deadlines

With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might

The last time these guys made an appearance in my blog, they kind of got the short shrift. They closed out a busy two weeks of traversing the east coast and, in much the same way I collapsed, exhausted, on the couch when I finally got home, I lost all momentum in writing my recap.… Continue reading With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might


The next step

Right at this moment, I’m sitting at the desk in my library (my personal library, not public one that employs me), my laptop on and a bunch of Word documents open. The room is filled with bright, early-afternoon sun. The dog is lying at my feet and the stillness is broken only by the sound of… Continue reading The next step


Finding your guts

A friend of mine just did something incredible and exciting and gutsy and more inspiring than anything I've seen in a long time - she opened her first art show. This may not sound especially remarkable, but in this particular instance it is. Like me, she was a long-time county employee. But for her that… Continue reading Finding your guts


Starting at square one

I'm not the sort to remember quotes from the books I read, but every so often, one will strike a chord and it'll stick with me for years. One such passage comes from my literary idol, Stephen King*, in his autobiography-slash-how-to manual On Writing. I can't remember it word-for-word (and am gonna have to look it up now), but he basically says that… Continue reading Starting at square one