It’s Sunday night in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville. The heater is on and I’ve closed the doors to the porches. I can’t complain because it’s still 45 degrees warmer than The Region. Stay warm, y’all! I’ll be back in the mess soon enough. Today is an anniversary of sorts, and for it, I going to work […]
Book of Blues
It’s Been a Long Time Since 22
Since my 99 week pilgrimage started, I’ve had many people ask what my next steps are going to be. I’ve even gotten a couple projects from these conversations. I am grateful for the questions and appreciative of the concern, but I can’t say for certain, yet, as to where I’m going. Sleepless nights, numerous conversations, […]
2 (3) Book of Blues Prequel Chapters Down, 41 to Go
I finished writing chapter 2 of the Book of Blues Prequel. Because I took the name of the original Book of Blues and gave it to the prequel, it does feel like I’m writing the Blues Book all over again. After not book writing for over 8 months, it took a while to get back […]
Avoiding Heroworshipping
“Boom, Boom,” by John Lee Hooker. The song all but says, “AND f*ck you.” When considering insprations for a Book of Blues, the first place most people start is at the music. Smart choice. The living legends Taj Mahal, Buddy Guy and the iconic B.B. King. The forefathers Son House, Blind Willie Johnson, and company. […]
Graciously, My Grace Is Gone
Somewhere last night between the rain-soaked moments while slipping out to the saloon’s side patio in the brick alley between rounds so MaxPower could sneak a smoke, a conversation awoke. After we purged ourselves of professional anxiety, we helped each other repel down to those visions of dreams fulfilled. I talked about Book of Blues; […]
Smart at Lifting Heavy Things
Prophet’s rebuilding a 3-wheeler. Marie is shaving down the carpet around the compartment doors on her brother’s bass boat. Since my handy man skill set consist of “being smart at lifting heavy things,” I’m on the sidelines out in the backyard at Prophet’s house chronicling the final steps of the great fishing boat restoration of […]
Newest New Year’s Resolution: “Don’t use seven words when four will do.”
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 […]
Lighthouse of Indirect Approaches
I overslept, missed the ride to Sanibel Island and so instead of swimming in the gulf of Mexico, I’m catching up on episodes of CSI while I wait for the heat of the day pass on by. Man, Peterson leaving the show. Besides him being a Cubs fan, he can stoneface bad pre-show puns like […]
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 […]