I was going to write a blog post for all you guys this week. It was going to be all inspirational and stuff. In fact, I had it half-written. But then, some things happened.Read More
Coffee is to writers what rum and parrots are to pirates. Legend has lifted it from comforting warm beverage to mystical elixir, muse in liquid form, something that one can absolutely NOT think creative thoughts and do creative things without.
This has helped create a generation of coffee drinkers who secretly do not like coffee. You know who you are. You, the person with the pumpkin-pomegranate soy frappuccino mustache on your upper lip. You, who adulterate your espresso with syrups and sprinkles and ingredients that belong in a chemistry lab, and then have the audacity to pretend as if you’re drinking it for the poor, mangled 1/64th of coffee bean that exists somewhere in that exotic mess.Read More
I think about a lot of things.
I think about books—books I’m writing, books I’m reading, books you couldn’t pay me to read. I think about chicken salad and guitar intros.
I think about frustrations, regrets, mistakes, and lessons I would rather not have learned. Way too often, I think about what other people think about me.
But right now it’s somewhere around ten PM, and I’m not really thinking about anything.Read More
When I was much younger, my mother always told me that I should consider becoming a music teacher when I grew up.
I was giving my younger brother violin lessons at the time, somewhat against my will, and the idea of doing that ALL day EVERY day was violently opposed by my thirteen-year-old self. No, Mom, I will not be a music teacher. I will sooner put my violin in the microwave, I will sooner cut off my pinkies and donate them to Goodwill than be a music teacher.Read More
Being human comes with several large disadvantages.
It means you make stupid mistakes, repeatedly and often. It means that your ability to get projects accomplished is severely hampered by an irrational need to sleep for seven hours out of twenty-four. It means being embarrassed, disappointed, frustrated, and hurt.
But even at its worst, being human is generally better than several alternatives. Like being a mole cricket, for instance.Read More
Well, I’m back! A huge thank you to my friends who graciously stepped in and took care of this place while I was gone. You guys are awesome, and I appreciate ya.Read More