What Day, What Week?

Another week of the new year sliding away, fading to fossilization; forgotten but not lost. I had a lot of ideas about how things might go, and a certain amount of respect for what I didn't know. But I do have a schedule for how things are supposed to go, if things go the way they’re…you know…supposed to. And it’s centered around my goal to become as close to a writer as possible while still paying the bills.

My Feelings About Truth

The moment the Romney camp announced that fact-checking would not run their campaign, what the nation should have heard was the hundreds of thousands of Christian Republicans running for the door.

Blogging a Book

I can hear the questions tumbling through your mind: What on earth gave him this idea? Did he just ruin everything so no publisher will ever look at this book? What if I don’t want to read it even if it is miraculously published? How is this going to work, exactly?

New Year's Intentions

“Atrophy: a wasting away or progressive decline.” Why am I defining “atrophy” according to Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary, when I’m supposed to be talking about New Year’s Intentions?

Happy New Year!

Happy new year, everybody! I decided to test everyone’s limits on the phrase “Better late than never.” I may even wish you another happy new year in August, just to see if you still stick to it.

But it is a new year, and I’ve got a lot of new things going on. I’ve got a new iPhone, with new apps that allow me to create Tasks to complete and times to complete them. I have a new schedule, and a new plan of eating (I would say “diet” but that word has changed meanings these days, in a way I don’t intend it).

I have a new degree, and new opportunities for employment that I’m not taking advantage of yet.

And I have a new relationship with God: whenever I catch myself thinking sinful thoughts, or if I think of my new commitment to Him, I immediately say some variant of “Father, don’t leave me.” Because I’m a child, and Satan prowls like a lion, seeking whom he may devour; because there is darkness, thorns, rocks, and crows out there, and I need my Father to protect me.  Because I used to cry out to Him only when I’d fallen, instead of asking Him to help me walk.

So here I am, putting my hand to the plow and trying not to look back; it’s a new year of writing: college is done, my degree completed, and it’s time to pick up the keyboard and write. Starting right now.

See you Wednesday.

Don't Look Back

I don't know who that guy was, but it wasn't me; I mean, armor, really? Victorious fist pump and "Hail the returning writer?" Psh. Showboat.

I've been working. Certainly too hard for Renaissance-fair antics. Nope: I've been wearing corduroy britches, diggin ditches, dodgin' pitches, pullin' switches -- I've been working on the railway (Hadrian's Wall? Anyone?)

No, actually I've been getting married, finishing my degree, and trying to figure out what to do next. But I have some plans. Some are going to show up here, so stick around. I'm going to. Just gotta lay down my shovel first.

Hail, the Returning Writer!

I have returned! It has been an interesting journey in which I visited distant cliffs, became married, and almost got a kitten twice. While I have not the time right now to recount my adventures, being much in need of what draught this region most favors, I shall forthwith regale listening ears with these, and more. Pull up a bench or chair, grab a pint of cranberry juice, and stray not far from yon roaring hearth.

Or whatever.