Posts Tagged ‘writing’
The People in My Neighborhood: The Planner
Sometimes, you meet people in one capacity, and you never think that you’ll see them in other capacities. Sometimes our friends are silo’ed. They stay in their individual little places. We call them when we want specific things: I have friends I got out Drinking [Read More]
The People in My Neighborhood: The Cyclist
I still remember the first time I ever saw Aileen outside of our usual haunts. We were both on the Upper West Side. She had a plastic carrier bag in one hand and was standing in front of a plate-glass window looking at some clothing items. The shop was Clothingline, when [Read More]
In the mud
I have read a lot of words these past few days, working on the local paper doing some copy-editing and writing for them, and then reading a working draft for a friend of mine. Busy is good, but the past few weeks have left me with very little inspiration for my own work, or [Read More]
Lost: Mo, size large.
Sigh. I do hate losing my mo. One of my favorite lines to trot out about having chosen writing as a career is that you can find inspiration in whatever you do or say. You wake up every day knowing that something is going to strike you as worthy. Everyone has something to [Read More]
Eyeballs in my martini and the woes of a broken camera
My, oh my, oh my. How time does fly. We’ve done a lot in just a short week. I’ve mentioned our friends Colin, Carli, and Lily before. We went on that incredible Fat Tire Narnia trip with them? Right, anyway, Halloween kicked off a week early for us, as we met [Read More]
Crumbs in my keyboard…
…bees in my bonnet. I had a dream last night that Jim and I were in a triathlon. It was some kind of weird triathlon/adventure-racing hybrid, though, because there was underwater bush-whacking involved. My friend Pamela was there, for some reason, likely because she [Read More]
“Is this thing on?”
My pal Mike Smith turned me onto a guy named David Allen, who does podcasts about Macs, and now, writers. He interviewed me about my work, the writing and the editing and all of the stuff that goes on around it. It’s my first podcast. It’s very exciting. [Read More]
It’s no good, Capt’n, she’s fogged in!
Today is one of those brilliant writing days. It’s raining like gangbusters, and I can hear the sound of the traffic on 287 because of the shusshing of the tires on the tarmac. When I finally took the time to look up from my work this morning I was shocked to see how [Read More]
