That Was Then, This is Then
Lately my dreams have mostly been revolving about my past. Sitting in the backyard of my childhood, as an adult, with family.
Conversations with my mother about mundane things like, “Have you called your sister?”
“I will, Mom, I promise.”
Banal banter until I realize that she’s, in fact, dead; and we shouldn’t be having this conversation in [...]
I’d Write More But My ‘Thritis Is Actin’ Up
I could start this with, “Oh my back. My aching back!”
Or how about, “That damned sciatica is throbbing. Must be rain on the way.”
No matter what it is, it’s not descriptive enough of those moments when you feel, “I’ve hit an oil patch and I’m just skidding towards the grave.” (Edwina Monsoon - Absolutely Fabulous). [...]
Ahhh, I’ll Do It Tomorrow
The nature of my procrastination can only come from a place of genetics because there’s no explicable reason why my motto is, “Put off today what you can do next week!”
I mean, really, I have no idea as to the why I push things, events and essays away like rancid shrimp on serving tray. Even [...]
The Speed of “huh?”
I’m tired.
Exhaustion is just the surface of what I’m feeling. I’ve been delving into homework and I can’t focus anymore. Research is melting into personal life, into minutia, and I’m somewhat overwhelmed.
How much is too much? How much is not enough?
I should have listened to my Mother and gone and done that University thing when [...]
A Life Worth Living
Has it really been since December 13, 2009 since I’ve contributed to this child? I feel like a neglectful parent. You know, the kind that Children’s Aid has to come in because I’ve gone out clubbing1 and left them alone with a bag of Oreo’s in the play pen.
Writing hasn’t been coming easy to me. [...]
Oh I Said That Already, Didn’t I?
You’re right, Mom. I shouldn’t let this bother me. I’m in
television now. It’s my job to be repetitive. My job. My job.
Repetitiveness is my job. (Bart Simpson)
Uh-oh. It’s happened. I’ve become one of those old timers who tell the same story OVER AND OVER.
In scanning the pool of [...]
Are The Buzzard’s Circling?
ALTERNATE TITLE…..
“Are You There God? It’s Me, Scoundrel”
“I hear it’s your Birthday (da na na na)
It’s my birthday too!”
(the Beatles)
Well, it’s my birthday today and there’s only one thing that keeps popping in my head. It’s a quote from “Absolutely Fabulous.”
“I don’t know WHY we celebrate the fact that she’s lived so bloody long!”
I mean, [...]
Ponderings Between Stops
Writing on the bus is never easy. Typing on the bus isn’t simple either but there’s been this drive in me to do more writing.
And I get to be inspired by the advertisements plastered on the inside.
There’s one for some Bible study thingamajig. With the less than subtle picture of a deep-azure lake surrounded by [...]
River Writing; Where? Not Me!
I saw a quote the other day. Made me think.
"A writer writes because he has to."
Is that me?
Is this whole thing because I have to write or am I just a loud mouthed bastard who just can’t shut up?
Maybe both?
You write because:
A: You have to.
B: You can’t keep your mouth shut.
C: It’s cathartic.
D: All of [...]
Second Guessing Is An Art.
It’s no secret, to those who read, that I’m one of the unlucky few who wear their hearts on their sleeve.
Having been told on numerous accounts that I’m an “emotional person who takes things personally” that it’s just become an echo, really: Bouncing on every cave wall in the area.
But I do hurt when I [...]