“Will the Circle Be Unbroken?” vs “Can the Circle Be Unbroken (By and By).”

I was writing the beginning of the ending of the fifth first book when, before I realized it, I had been singing Will the Circle Be Unbroken? for over an hour. Hell, maybe a day? Week? It just crept up on me as I’ve been thinking through where I was going with this story. Well, …

Write a letter to the reader of a novel you haven’t written yet

While holiday shopping at Urban Outfitters, Katie found a book titled 642 Things to Write About by the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto. She thought it would be a great idea if the two of us started going through this book, picking topics on which to write. Katie writes with pen and paper. I write with …

Things I learned atop a mountain in Alamogordo, NM (AKA “Happy Thanksgiving” – 2012).

As I’ve probably stated on this blog before, my Senior year at Denom U was when I finally had my first emotional break down. I lost the girl of my dreams. I knew I couldn’t go to seminary. I went from direction, motivation, and purpose to debt, days that would never end, a room without …

“It’s just these simple things that keep me holding on.” It’s Just These Little Things Driving Me Crazy

Project 03 isn’t about any trek towards the fortune 500. It isn’t about fame and it isn’t about fortune so much as it’s about freedom of choice and to not whither away behind a desk as the world runs by. It’s about the simple things: A breath of fresh aireA chance to work out on …

Today Is the Day I Retire My Picasso Old Guitarist Gravatar. With Sadness.

Today was a bittersweet day for me. When I started playing around with Social Media tools, I used Picasso’s Old Guitarist as my gravatar – a filler till I decided whether or not I liked these tools. But as with many things in my life, I got attached to the picture. Then again, I’ve almost …

Newest New Year’s Resolution: “Don’t use seven words when four will do.”

What is left of an Indy night after a Bob Dylan concert with terrible sound

I forgot where the gym is. Sleep has become a practical joke & the weariness grows on me like the seven facial hair genetics gafve me: slow, almost unnoticeable until one day it’s an unsightly mud-packed zit. Both my copywriting and noveling took the same punch-in-the-face. The shit’s usually easy, but my boss was tough …

“Oh! How Happy” vs. “You’ve Made Me So Very Happy.”

My rush of daily posts while in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville has sadly turned to trickle of thoughts spilt bi-weekly during stolen moments.  It’s 11pm on a Friday night and I’m about to write web copy for a high-priority project that got dumped into my lap. Client web copy usually isn’t in my job description at …

The Mucky Duck, Captiva Island. Family Mecca. Great places to let the guard down.

Jimmy Buffet’s slide guitar intro to “Tin Cup Chalice” looped in my head as I slid out of the backseat of my grandfather’s classic Grand Marquis and beelined for the shore, hastily taking snapsots of The Mucky Duck Inn as I raced towards its iconic western shore. PS: I forgot to ask the revolvoing door …

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