You get out what you put in. Garbage in Garbage out. Read enough junk and you’ll write junk. Truisms, but there you have ‘em. I’ve been scrolling and scanning through pages of articles and websites online and most of the writing is thrown together with one eye on the clock and one eye on Google… Continue Reading
Tag Archives: writing
I love you, Big Dummy…
I’m going to take a minute to love my screwed up brain. My brain that, once confronted with the notion that it has to get to work, immediately looks around my environment for something to change. My brain that says stuff like “I can’t possibly work until I: Download a new version of eeebuntu to… Continue Reading
If man is five then the devil is Six…
As of today I’ve been doing this for six years. Happy blogday to me. This forum has allowed me to do something that I’ve tried to do with limited success over the years: reflect on my life in writing. As well it’s allowed me to return to photography and more recently, a kind of daily… Continue Reading
Screw your courage to the sticking place…
By which I mean sit down and type, merely type. Type answers to emails. Type search engine terms. Type evaluations and recommendations and answers to questions and requests for funding and resumes and regrets and tags and summaries and hopefully something in the midst of all that that touches on a feeling or two, that… Continue Reading
On with the show…
It’s not easy being a one man shop; somehow I thought it was a good idea, and convinced the curator, that we should do the catalog for the current show as a series of 500 word entries, one on each included piece. Basically either she or I am writing the entire thing. And that writing… Continue Reading
At long last answers…
I have been so lax about answering questions – I’m very sorry to all those that asked, but now I’m going to buckle down and get to work on responding to all of them. brat_sheba wants to know “What are the top 3 “To Do’s” on your bucket list?” I don’t really have a bucket… Continue Reading
Answers three…
From allanh: When you were 12 years old, what did you want to be when you grew up? It took me a while to remember, once you asked me: a science fiction writer. It seemed to be assumed all through my childhood that I would be a writer of some sort and by that age… Continue Reading
Mid aft slump
Past the burnout of the past couple of days. Overslept this morning, but that left me in a much better mood than previously. Obviously I needed it. There are still many things to take care of on the rapidly-approaching horizon, but at least my conciousness doesn’t seem as sporadic as yesterday. One thing I forgot… Continue Reading