September still has a week to go, but the stats are looking pretty good for work on American Dream On. While work on various other projects, including three short stories and a quiz, has slowed substantially, this has been the…
Category: Telling Stories
And a Star to Steer Her By
When I lived in Oregon and wasn’t attending sixth grade, somewhere between my acting life and my speech and debate life, I opened a play directed by a friend of my parents with a recitation of “Sea-Fever” by John Masefield.…
Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine
Today (defined loosely as from noon yesterday till right now), I: Took delivery on a flat-screen television, which will hopefully never have network or cable TV thereon. Spoke to my parents on the phone. Listened to Barack Obama’s speech and……
Six Hours Good, Eight Hours Bad
Last night, I threw in the towel early after about 1,200 words. Not a bad output – way better than zero – and I even felt pretty good about them. I was actually reading my early chronicles of writing Loosely…
I Remember This
I remember this feeling – the elation of finishing much more of the book than you were planning on even working on at the outset of the night, especially given how late you were hanging out with other people, eating…
Eight Pages a Day
This blog may be in danger of becoming a writing blog. I think I’m okay with that, since writing is what I’ve been wanting to do since I was about eight years old, but you should probably be forewarned. I…
The Shorter Story
Yesterday, I completed* the first short story that I’ve written in years – possibly more than five years. Entitled Name Game, it still needs some editing before too many other people read it (hence the asterisk), but I think it…