Writing might be all I want to do, but not all I need to do. I’m lucky that sometimes I can shift balance to the one foot living in the real world and have it bear the weight of adult responsibilities, while leaving the other to toe creativity’s dark water (I often lean heavily on the shoulder of my wife for that – TY, K). That water is often cold, though, with a wicked undertow, but still, getting those toes into the water is critical. “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by […]
#Knowledge and #experience are far better things to inherit then money. The best thing #parents can teach their children is how to figure shit out. That way, if parents can’t figure out life before they die, they can pass what they know down to their children, who can then pick up where their parents leave off, rather than reinvent the wheel.
What if I already am all that I could be? What if desired ambition is an illusionary drug manufactured by selfish genes designed solely to keep us alive, so that our selfish genes can survive?
Change, by definition, requires deconstruction of whatever came before. Creation, then, is change in a vacuum. Creation is change without all the messy destruction.
Sometimes I wake into disorientation, having just lived a moment ago so thoroughly elsewhere. Am I remembering a dream, or reality? I wonder if I’m waking when I wake, or when I fall asleep.
..but there may be some treasure to be had in storytelling.
I don't have enough life left to live all the lives I want to live.. The good news is the number of lives I've lived is far greater than the number I can remember.
The bright glare of youth blinds you to the rushing road beneath your feet. You think only of all your life ahead of you, far more road before you then behind, and you eagerly race toward it. Then life actually happens, insidiously, but you are barely aware of the increased speed of travel. You get accustomed to moving at nearly the speed of light. Everyone else is, so you don't even know you are. Then, at some point, you slow down, hopefully by choice but sometimes not. And you realize there is far more road behind you then before you.
Every once in a while, if you’re lucky, and if you read often, a book comes along that transports, impresses, and validates. Kayla Rae Whittaker’s “The Animators” does all that. She writes with an efficiency and accuracy that will hold you until only the story decides to let you go, and no sooner, and she knows how to lead you down paths fraught with speed bumps and pot holes and an occasional and precisely timed emotional nuke. This is one of those books that makes you say, “This is why I keep reading. This is why I can never stop […]
How to Success by Corinne Caputo is, without question, one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. The honest cluelessness on each page is like reading a how-to on brain surgery by someone who’s never cut so much as a watermelon, and probably hasn’t come closer to using a knife than watching a YouTube clip on slicing fruit, but has all the trust and confidence that they can, indeed, perform brain surgery and have it result in a positive outcome. Every page is funny (“How to come out as a writer to your parents”) or irreverent(“How to bring up your […]