I wish I could think of a better idea for this post.
The last thing I was surprised by isn’t my story to tell.
I don’t feel like I should give a review on the three books
I’m reading since I haven’t finished any of them yet.
My story about the time I slept on the Couch of Death has been posted for years. The last time was almost a repeat of the same story, and I didn’t know if a repost is against Writer’s Workshop rules.
I have not posted a picture to Instagram this month. The one
photo I posted in April was an old one, and I have not tackled any spring cleaning.
Like I said, I wish I could think of a better idea for this
Maybe next time.
There is something in journalism called the can.
No, not the toilet.
It’s the place, in my experience most likely some sort of file
or desktop folder, where writers keep stories they’ve decided to save for a
slow news day.
I toiled seven years in print journalism, and there were a
lot of days I just didn’t want to write or wondered whether there would be
enough words to write to fill the paper.
One of the things I learned early in my journalism career was
if I would like to receive a paycheck, the paper must be filled.
My bosses never liked my suggestion we fill it with
crossword puzzles so the can saved my butt more than once.
I feel like now is a good time to tell you I have no idea where I’m going with this, and the time it takes you to read these words will be time you’ll never get back.
We have officially begun a new year and left last year behind.
Before the calendar flipped to 2018, I thought about something else which is just about a thing of the past. (more…)
For a pretty good while last Thursday night, those two words were the only ones on the computer screen in front of me.
I’d even joked about a plan to simply leave this column blank except the above words and ride off into the proverbial sunset. (more…)
Somebody once said letter writing is a lost art.
That’s probably true, considering most of the written communication we see nowadays is on some sort of screen.
I read an article on the Internet — which kind of proves my above point — about someone who had the idea to craft responses to text messages in calligraphy, snap photos of the paper with a phone camera and send the pictures as replies.
The web went wild, as if seeing whole words written out instead of abbreviated brought about a wave of nostalgia it wasn’t sure it could handle.
It made me LOL.
July was a roller coaster of a month — full of ups and downs — so it should be fun to look back. (more…)
I watched a lot of TV this weekend, and I feel now is a good time to give credit where credit is do. (more…)
They said it couldn’t be done, but it’s done. (more…)
Each time I get writer’s block, which is often, I look for writing prompts to make the light bulb come on.
It’s generally a good bet no matter which list of prompts I read, the question of why I write — or some variation of it — will be included.
So I decided to answer it. (more…)
The first day of my trip to Birmingham was great, and it provided me with an opportunity to do something I don’t normally do. (more…)