Friday, December 8, 2017
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Two weeks after I wrote of my co-author, being The Cat in the Lap, he becomes the poster child for the local veterinary store.
I don't remember signing any photo release.
Maybe it's just a fan selfie of her and him.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
There are times when I struggle to accomplish things during the week
There are times when I struggle to accomplish things by years end.
And there are times when I recognize that I may never accomplish, or repair, what has been done in life.
This week is the first time in four months in a new position that I have had some semblance of a Saturday to myself. Not before time too. I completed (almost) all of my work by noon, cleaned, did chores, and this evening, started to write. No sooner had I started writing did my companion - Jacob the Cat, come and began critiquing my work. He would usually perch himself on the printer and look down on my work space. The printer is broken so he plopped in my lap.
A Cat in the Lap seems like almost a good title for an enjoyable read.
Much better than trying to rewrite history.
Saturday, October 7, 2017
I bought a car.
Not for my wife.
Not because I have a child.
Not because I have a family.
Not because I'm getting a divorce.
Not because I'm crippled by child support.
Not because I'm immigrating.
Not because I'm remarrying.
Not because my daughters need transport.
Not because another car died.
Not because I'm out of paying child support.
I bought a car.
This time, it was for me.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Sixteen years ago today, the world stopped.
I know exactly where I was when I first heard of September 11. I know who I was talking to. I know what I did.
I know know what the effect of that day was upon me.
This morning, I set about my day heading for surgery when the names of the heroes of United Flight 93 were being run across the screen. People who had a glimpse of what had happened elsewhere, powerless to help them, but did their own thing.
For All Mankind.
And it struck me. My forefathers before me had their own pivotal moments in time. World War 1. Sir Robert Menzies "and as a result, Australia is also at war." Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The wars of my forefathers, are now my wars. Children who are in school have no knowledge of how much September 11 changed everyone's way of life.
May they never have to tell their children of their own war.
Saturday, September 2, 2017
How far will you go to write?
- give up your country?
- take a chance on an untested ability?
- maintain a day job that can, on occasion, take your writing time away?
Since movng to the United States, I have never worked as hard as I have recently. It's not about just making a wage, it's not about saving for a rainy day, it's about volume.
The volume of work - do more with less for the same amount. How far can an employer go?
I have recently lost a lot of my writing time, not though neglect. not through disinterest...but through work. Forty days and night have been lost. I went forty days without writing.
Oh, the humanity.
How far will you to go write?