The rootless tree stands proud and mighty But beneath its trunk It shivers and shakes Bracing for each passing wind.
Between here and there I've lost something, I think. I lost in that nebulous space between . And what I've gained here, I cannot trade. But what I've lost, I can't get back. And I can't get to that moment, that space in time where I lost it. I don't know where it is. It... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I cleaned out old boxes of junk. I tried not to think about it much as I did it, but I made ruthless decisions. They were all things I don't use, but they bring up old memories in high definition clarity. An old book. A magazine. A yellowed newspaper clipping. A piece of paper.... Continue Reading →
I love running. I'm not necessarily all that great at it, but I enjoy it. I think that's what makes it so appealing. You don't have to be great at it. No one is grading you or timing you. It's just you and the concrete. I've been a runner on and off for years. Some... Continue Reading →
I went to battle with the manuscript and came out the other side. As my previous post explained, I had a novel manuscript of 120,000 words that I needed to cut down to under 100,000 for a publisher to even think about considering reading my e-mail about it. This is not not a new problem.... Continue Reading →