My cheek longs for your soft breath Now cold in lonely wind It needs a whisper A friendly look Soft caress Quick kiss You -Your kiss is a butterfly- Me I wait Longingly To come awake From dreams without you Perhaps to see your smile And then my heart will smile too
A little over a decade ago I took a picture of a leaf encased in ice and snow. I played around with the picture in Photoshop and came up with what I thought was a real cool image. The leaf looked like it was glowing with its own light. I showed it to a friend who owned an art gallery. He got excited and said I needed to make a painting based on the photo. He said to make sure the male torso was clearly visible.
I’m going to make a lot of people quite angry with this post. If I don’t, I’ll go back to the drawing board and try again ;) (OK. maybe I won’t make anyone mad, but we’ll see)
A couple of weeks ago I went into a franchise of a large chain “sit-down”/mid-tier restaurant. The place wasn’t crowded, but it was far from empty. There were a few tables of 20-somethings, obviously friends out for a group dinner, but most tables were young families with the parents in their late-20s to mid-30s and their toddler kids. Most of the staff were in their late-teens to early-20s. In other words, discounting the young children, the vast majority of people were roughly in a 15-year age range from very late teens to early thirties.
I noticed the music almost as soon as I walked in. They were playing a song I hadn’t heard since I was a teen. After we sat down I continued to listen. The music was all mid-to-late 1970s mainstream rock and roll. There was no pop, no R&B, no funk and no disco. Nor were there any of the more fringe rock genre, like heavy metal, prog-rock (not even “prog-light”, like ELO or Styxx), no glam or anything experimental like Brian Eno. There was none of the emerging genres, such as punk and new wave. It was all safe, mainstream rock, what you’d hear on any “This City’s Home of Rock” radio stations back in the day. Continue reading →
I have often said that I am a social media neophyte. I am. And, for the most part, I don’t care. However, there is one social media platform that I’d like to know more about: Goodreads. Yes, I am the only person in the entire world, perhaps the entire Universe, that does not have an account. yes, I know that’s strange. I know so very little about it…
Here is my understanding. I put down the books I want to read. I say which book I am currently reading. I check them off as I read them and rate the books. Then Goodreads recommends new books to me based on my likes. It also lets me know what people I know are reading, have read or want to read.
Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a nice hot mug of a strong dark roast (not sure what it is, but not French Roast like usual), a cuppa tea, some hot cocoa or other warm beverage. It is cold out there, but not as cold as a couple of weeks ago. I’m talking 15 F/ -9 C. It will get above freezing today! It has been so strange that March has been much colder than January or February this year. A lot colder. And the snow storm we had on Tuesday was pretty bad, but not as bad as expected. We still have deep snow, almost knee deep, on the ground. So, where is it so cold and snowy? Some of you may recognize the photo at the top as being up in New Hampshire.
It was busy week at work. I had four hours of training three days, but everything else was at its normal fast pace, so I literally would sit for six hours or more without moving. I hate that! I usually am able to get up and stretch and even take a short walk, but not this week. Anyway, it wasn’t a bad week, just not great. Continue reading →
Back in the late summer of 2015 I serialized a novel, The Halley Branch. For the first couple of weeks I wrote a chapter and posted it the next day. Later I spent a weekend and finished the whole thing in one sitting ( about 20,000 over the weekend) and then posted at my leisure. I found some very good and some very bad points about posting like this.
One good part about it is that I always have a post ready! When I start a new writing project, I stick with it (or have over the last 4 or 5 years, before that, no ;) ). It is also great to get immediate feedback. I actually wrote two of my best chapters for The Halley Branch in response to comments, chapters that added depth to the overall story.
But then, what about my blog readers who don’t want to read a serialized novel? My guess is that the majority of you out there really don’t want to read a new 2,000 word chapter every day, or even three of them a week. And also, when it’s time for me to start doing revisions and pounding it into shape, is it good thing to have the first draft lying around? Continue reading →
The other day I pulled out a picture of myself from when I was 27. My first response was, “what’s up with this photo? It doesn’t look the same as my image in the mirror…” You see, when I look in the mirror, I see myself as someplace around 27 or 30. Is it possible the mirror is lying? I mean, look at the picture at the top of the page. That’s not the picture of a middle aged man, is it? (Note – in this context I am talking someone who is really around half way through life (40 – 60 is half way to 80 -120), not as a euphemism for “as old as rocks” (80 middle aged? how many 160-year-olds do you know?))
Here is the thing: a middle aged man doesn’t feel middle aged. Well, some might, but I don’t. If I met my 27-year-old-self, I’d be able to keep up with most of what he did, except cycle – I haven’t been biking much lately while I used to ride 150 miles+ a week back then. I know I am stronger in most ways and I get sick a lot less often. In general, I am at least as healthy. My mind works quicker on a lot of subjects. I come up with new ideas quicker, solve problems a lot faster; I have forgotten more than I knew back then. I sometimes see old writing of mine and ask myself, “Who is that idiot?” My libido is just as strong, though I do a better job controlling it. I feel great, as good as I’ve ever felt. The only area that I feel behind in is my eyesight. I do use reading glasses now. Sometimes. Continue reading →
I have mentioned a few times lately that I am in a writing phase. There have been times in the past that I’ve been more prolific, writing the Halley Branch in less than a month comes to mind, but I have been writing quite a bit of fiction, not all of it making the pages of my blog. A couple of things, though, stand out for this week.
A few stories have come up lately that remind me a lot of The Fireborn, the first (still unpublished) book that I wrote. Last week I pulled out the 4th full draft, the latest, and did a quick read through. I forgot how much I liked it! I do need to brush up a few rough spots. And then I will need to do some deep editing, sending it out for other eyes. But in its present state, it is almost ready to go. Of course I did do three major revisions and a half a dozen read-throughs in the year after I finished the first draft. With all of that it had better be pretty close to being ready! My current plan is to put it out in the late spring or early summer. Continue reading →
Come on over, pull up a log and sit a spell. I’ll build up the fire and then tear a hole in the universe to transport us to another place and time. I might just take us back to yesterday’s mammoth hunt or maybe I’ll throw us forward to a space-based civilization a million years in our future. For I am a practitioner of one of the world’s oldest professions and will ply you with my trade.
What, you say the oldest professional is she who sells her body? Have you forgotten about the man or woman who sells their soul, the shaman, priest, priestess, wizard or witchdoctor? And what about the ones who sells their dreams and imagination, the story tellers?
Sometimes it is impossible to distinguish between these three oldest professions, with words creating magic in your mind so you see and hear what is…
The enormous ship descended, staying in full stealth mode. No Earthly vision or RADAR could spot the behemoth as it approached the planet, yet it had to reveal itself to take the air and soil samples. Scans showed only two juveniles of the dominant species in the vicinity. They were in a small fabric structure, possibly sleeping. A decision was made.
“But Mom, it really happened! The entire sky lit up, brighter than daylight. Then the ship came down.”
“The last time it was monsters and before that, ghosts! I will not allow you to sleep out again this summer!”