Ever have a moment of pure epiphany? A moment where, suddenly and without warning, you’ve thunk a thought that has never been thinked before? (Yes, I’ve had Dr. Seuss on my mind recently. Just let that go for a moment.) I had one of those moments today. It’s all to do with a movie, oneContinue reading “On Cinematic Insights”
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On Monday Stuff
After changing the typeface for my blog to Georgia last week — because I wanted a serif font for the body text, rather than a sans-serif font — I changed my mind and went to Palatino Linotype. It’s nothing against Georgia. It’s a nice font. But Palatino Linotype is me. It’s what I work in.Continue reading “On Monday Stuff”
On Uninspiring Writing
I wrote this morning some dire prose. Dire it is. Honestly. Genuinely. Absolutely dire. I was on the train, I was bored, and I had my notepad with me. I had absolutely no thoughts in my mind at all. I decided I would write down words as they came to me. The sentence that emerged…Continue reading “On Uninspiring Writing”
On a Letter to Myself, Aged Sixteen
Dear Allyn, aged sixteen, In many ways, you and I are strangers. The passage of twenty years will do that, making strangers of even the closest of friends, and you and I are closer than friends, family, even brothers. You are me at sixteen, I am you at thirty-six. Twenty years. You may find itContinue reading “On a Letter to Myself, Aged Sixteen”
On a Tired Hamster
The little hamster that runs on a wheel to power my brain? He’s really tired. I wore him out today. I wrote a lot, the hamster got a lot of exercise in, and he’s tired. I think I made him run so fast and so long that he overheated the axle on the exercise wheel.Continue reading “On a Tired Hamster”
On Messages to the Past
Last week at work I was given the latest issue of Titan’s Torchwood magazine. It sat on my desk, and yesterday evening I shoved it into my BPRD bag on my way out of the office, for something to read on the commute home. Flipping through the magazine, I read about a book called DearContinue reading “On Messages to the Past”
On a Shortage of Christmas Tree Stands
My sister called. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or if she was crying. There’s a Christmas tree stand shortage in Raleigh. She’d bought a tree at Lowe’s. She needed a stand. They were out. She went to Target. She went to Wal-Mart. She went to Kmart. She went to the grocery store. Someone,Continue reading “On a Shortage of Christmas Tree Stands”
On the Week’s Writing
The writing I’ve done this week? I like it. That’s a rare and wonderful thing. And perhaps, to you, a surprising thing, as I am always writing something, if not for myself then for work. I produce words routinely without a second thought. Except for when I don’t. It doesn’t happen all that often thatContinue reading “On the Week’s Writing”
On the View at Wednesday
Let’s see how long this post grows to be; I’m not sure I have two brain cells left to rub together. I’ll put it this way. I broke five figures on word count at work today. My head doesn’t just feel like mush. I felt the hamsters inside my head running on their wheels, theContinue reading “On the View at Wednesday”
On Design Decisions
The new issue of The Writer came in the mail a few days ago. It’s been sitting, sadly neglected, on a pile of magazines atop the dresser ever since, and this morning I put it in my briefcase to read on the train. As I read through the magazine, a long-dormant idea resurfaced. I keepContinue reading “On Design Decisions”