As I sat reading through one chapter of my beta manuscript, with the Saints-Falcons game on in the background, my dog, Teddy, laid next to me. He was curled up in his favorite fleece, huddled against my wife’s side. Snuggling on the couch is his favorite pastime. Continue reading Happy 4-Year Anniversary… to My Doggo Teddy!
Overall, 2017 was a great statistical year for RSPC. For eight months out of the year, we averaged at least 20 Views per day. That’s awesome!
But there were some notable lows as well, especially compared to the stellar performance across most of the year. Continue reading Numberbrag: 2017’s Statistical Ups and Downs
Harris @23:45: “Yeah, that’s why I think identity politics is so toxic in my view, ’cause if identity is paramount, communication is impossible; like because you haven’t shared my specific experience or you don’t have the same skin color, same gender, there’s no bridge between us. And there’s no chain of reasoning from you to me, that should trump anything I currently think because what I think is anchored to identity, and we don’t share an identity.” Continue reading Communication and Identity: Waking Up with Sam Harris Reflection
I didn’t feel like writing a full post, and I’m sure nobody wants to read a full post. I hope those of you working have an easy day before the post-holiday new-year rushes.
And anyone with a day off, I hope you are relaxing in comfort and contentment.
Here are a few videos to blast in the office or for any family lounging about. Continue reading Post-Xmas Relaxation Post!
My lifestyle goals were… difficult this week. In fact I completely forgot about them — with good reason.
My aunt passed away unexpectedly last Saturday. Tuesday night after work, we drove my dad up to New Jersey for the funeral on Wednesday morning. Continue reading Friday Write-Day: Strange Week
Sometimes, inspiration comes, not when you least expect, but in the manner you least expect.
I cannot stay focused, I have no motivation, and I loooooooove to procrastinate. Do you see all those ‘o’s? That’s a lot of love, people!
In an attempt to remedy this lack in my writing life, I have decided to resort to bribing myself. Of course, if I tell no one, then there’s no one to hold me accountable, hence: I’m pulling you folks in, to act as hawk-eyed witnesses! I both thank and dislike you all, in advance. Continue reading Witness My Self-Bribery: An Attempt To Manipulate Myself
I intended to have an album review prepared for today. Instead, I fell asleep on the couch in front of Monday Night Football.
This time, at least, I can blame it on my new job. I’m still getting used to the idea of not working a set shift, so I left the office pretty late on Monday. This new schedule where it’s totally up to me when I show up, when I eat lunch, and when I leave has thrown off my entire day-to-day schedule.
I’m trying to iron out the kinks. For instance, how do I maintain a regular gym schedule (we have a gym at the office) when I may have meetings at varying times between 10am and 2pm every day?
The short answer is, go when I have time. But this is harder than it sounds.
Anyway, I’m not here to gripe. This is just an adjustment period for me. I don’t think I’ll need to adjust my blogging schedule once settle in, but I’m keeping my options open.
I’m sending a new batch of chapters to my editor tonight. She will reach a critical turning point in my story, so I’m asking to meet up and discuss her overall thoughts in person.
Hopefully, we’ll also be able to wrap our heads around a timeline for her revisions to the rest of the book.
Generally, I’d prefer not to talk about what inspired me to write the missives. Most of them bubbled forth from religious doubt and self hatred and fears of growing up. Some are naturally darker than others… but they are not unique. Not in what they sprung from.
Recently, and not recently, stories have come to light about predators, protected by their power and by their peers, preying upon those who should have been able to trust them. People who failed so spectacularly to be decent human beings that there are no words to describe them.
They are not unique either. Continue reading Misplaced Missives 14 & 84, And How They Came To Be
As you’ve probably read at some point on this space, the last two-plus months have been pretty hectic for me. All of my spare time has been consumed by buying and moving into a new house while also trying to finish the second draft of my novel.
Now, I’ve had to rethink the way I tackle the myriad of responsibilities that seem to persist every day. Continue reading How to Focus When You’re Scatter-Brained