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Category Archives: writing
On Twitter, I just described the sound float-planes make as “They sound like a riding lawnmower mated with a drunk bee.” It’s not the greatest thing ever, but for the first time in a while, I wanted to describe something, and it came out the way I was thinking it. You think that SOUNDS like a [...]
Hey, guys. So, I write more a month, I suspect, over at Build Direct’s decorating blog more than I write here. But I want to share with you all the writings I’ve done in the last three months. Click the links below for more. And a word to the wise? Those of us who blog commercially [...]
I don’t follow analytics much with my blog. You’re reading it. That’s all I give a shit about. Following the traffic, I don’t do much of that. I’ll check once or twice a month, see if my daily visits are holding up, and if there are massive spikes, I see what posts were near that day. [...]
I’ve fallen prey to the thing I caution others against constantly in writing: I keep thinking, “Huh. That’s a great idea. I’ll write about that later.” Then the proverbial “later” never comes. Instead, untethered, unrecorded, the idea dissipates, never to occur to me again. Experts estimate we think some 60,000 thoughts per day. We’re constantly thinking. We think [...]
There’s a full moon tomorrow. I’m in a weird headspace. In social media, I’m seeing snippets here and there from those I’m connected with, remembering the passing of our good friend Derek Miller last year. My thoughts on Derek, as his death took the world by storm by way of an incredible blog post, were [...]
I’ve been enjoying the reclusive life and doing a lot of solo exploring in small chunks since I’ve moved. It can’t, and won’t, continue for much longer but it’s been a brilliant choice on my end. It’s only now, clearly, that my desire to write is returning. I was sure this would happen sooner, and part [...]