Saturday, January 20, 2018
Three weeks into the new year and what have I learned form the Writers Lament?
I've learned that I have not protected my writing time enough.
Until such time that i can rest on my laurels (and royalties) I have to continue to write. Sometimes it's not for the money, today is was for the message for my children.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
I was a father to two.
I still am, but my daughters don't know it. I continue to write about what has gone on, and what their father has lived through in their absence. One day, when I am gone, they will read about really happened.
Until then I continue to write.
Science fiction. Memories. Relationships.
Three subjects I am apparently, not very good at.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
18 years on.
"Bravo 910, would you proceed to the Wool Store please. Alarm sounding."
It was another long night at another fire.
Still photograph at 1 minute 39 seconds, Police Command Post.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
At this time in December, most people look back on their accomplishments and make resolutions for the next year
As a writer, 2017 was the first year I did not have a major publication. How did this happen?
In December 2016 I received a new assignment at my employment. That task was a lot of creation and documentation. I was just getting the place secure when in July I received another assignment. That, my current assignment, has blacked out my writing time as I grapple with sixteen hours days seven days a week.
Not that it's an excuse, but it robbed my writing time. Lesson learned: protect my writing time.
T'was not as though I did not write, I wrote in the moments that I could, in the arenas I am comfortable with, in the genres I tried. I just didn't "follow through" and spec enough to have a major publication.
2018 will need several major publications.
Happy New Year.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Merry Christmas from Chesterfield Inlet, a place of few igloos.
No one chooses to be here, it's just a place where the soul goes.
SoCal is still close to the hurt, and those last few thousands miles, the cold, and the isolation, numb that which robs the soul.
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.