Saturday, September 14, 2019
A new website is coming.
After many years, an upgrade of grantmadden.com is coming. The good people at Go Daddy have assisted me in a necessary upgrade and encryption, and the new web site will be rolled out shortly.
Just as soon as I learn slightly more coding.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Not going to be a happy end of year.
The Path to Citizenship started today with the submission of an application and the payment of fees.
With the Daughters gone, there is no longer a reason to not obtain the permanency of my adopted country.
As a Dear Old Friend continues to remind me, "this is now my home."
They are not yet convinced. nor am I.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
When is a writer, not writing?
When they're running around after other people?
When they are transporting patients who fail to follow their doctors orders? When they provide medication and instructions to patients, that ignore doctor's orders because it's an inconvenience for them - but they still require the care that they don't think they need?
When your parents are elderly and they start to revert to toddlers, unable to recall the conversation that they had that same morning with their health care provider about what they can and should not do when afflicted with an additional medical issue?
And then go about and do their own interpretation of the same advice, skipping medication in order to attend social events while afflicted with a transmittable - but non contagious, condition.
It's almost like knocking yourself out with a ball point hammer.
For a writer, it's material for when they come back to the art.
For a child, it's a glimpse of what the future may hold.
Saturday, August 3, 2019
When is a writer, writing?
When they're not publishing?
When they're not writing?
For several weeks - actually since March - I no longer reside at my desk. My writing is done on a television dinner tray, pen and paper. At the weekends, if I'm lucky, I transfer the writings over to laptop. It is a duplicate process, however, it is the only writing process that I have now.
I am writing in the car, in snippets of time.
Maybe one day I'll have a desk again, to write at.
Monday, July 22, 2019
...and we're back.
In the midst of the chaos and medicals, someone locked themselves out of their account.
I had to wait until I returned to California to get to the email address that I specifically use for lock outs.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
The day could not pass without reflection.
This day will always be linked to another, which will haunt my horrors.
In Memorium, Mark Lawrence Goodwin, Constable of Police.
There, but for the stroke of a pen, go I.
Mark left behind two children, Megan and Alyse, ages 2 and 6 weeks.
Twenty five year later after that night, I would finally write of him.
I will hold copies of the book for his children, should they ever ask.