I couldn't sleep last night. Maybe it's because I drank too much tea earlier. Or maybe it's because my schedule has shifted a bit. Whatever the case, I was up two or three hours just laying there. Surprisingly, the time passed quickly. I was imagining a series of scenes, watching them unfold in my mind. I was curious to see where they would lead ( Read more... )

I'm enjoying a quiet evening of writing tonight, with a tall decaf latte and wasabi peas at hand ( Read more... )

This afternoon I stumbled on a story snippet that I wrote in 2003 about a character whose boss had suddenly committed suicide. I read over it breathlessly. I couldn't remember writing this ( Read more... )

I've been experimenting with a short story recently. The pieces are not new, but the interweaving experiment is. I'm excited about it, but also very cautious not to get too drawn in by it. We'll see if anything comes of it! I have a meeting tonight, so I won't have time to work any more on it for a while ( Read more... )

Today was a rainy day, so I spent it working on an old story, watching the Flyers @ Caps hockey game on TV, and cooking a yam and chicken with broccoli. I also got to chat with my grandmother on the phone and rest up from a big week ( Read more... )

I should have been sorting through my closets and packing tonight, but I spent the evening revising pieces of my old story. I now have a series of shipping schedules for the local packet line and I redrafted the story timeline. I want to hack into the actual text, but it's getting late and once I start, it's going to be hard to pull myself away ( Read more... )

At work today, I got an idea for an old story ( Read more... )

Today I've been reading through old journals, paper and electronic, to get an idea of where I have come from. I was surprised by how much I have changed. Yet, as I read, I can clearly taste the way I once thought. It was extremely revealing and interesting. I have about 18 paper journals spanning the years 1995-2005. Then, my livejournal is ( Read more... )

There is something about writing that bothers me ( Read more... )

I have been learning the fine art of seven-card pinochle. It is quite a tricky little game. I've never really been a very good card player when it comes to the old, traditional games. I'm learning through observation, though. My family goes to visit a couple from the church every Friday night and they play two or three hands of pinochle each ( Read more... )