…from sitting on the couch: One of our biggest weaknesses occurs when we allow our selfish emotions to override our intelligence in a fundamentally negative way. Especially for reasons that are exclusively self-serving, dismissing the fact that we share this planet…this life…with others.
…from the shower: The main thing about being an adult…mentally…emotionally…hell, physically too…is accepting that things will never ever be as they once were. That begs the question: Why the hell did I decide to become one?
It’s been a few weeks since the Ruckster has posted one o’ these writing updates, but I promise I’ve been busy tending to many things writing, and…Hello. Greetings from the snow-sprinkled lands of Central Indiana. So Operation: Remember Me? is truly underway here in the year 2015. Three weeks in the can and I’ve submitted three offspring of literary works, though, to be fair, two of those were not what we in the, ahem, industry would call submissions on spec. And I’ve already rescinded one of those, a flash fiction (I have different plans for it), so left remaining is the first online publication of the poem “Dream a Little Scream of Me”, the dark poem originally published in Dreams and Screams in 2010 as the intro to the antho. It’s now available to read at QuarterReads, and for the very small token of a mere quarter, you can actually read the thing, if you’re so kind and inclined. As for the third piece, it’s never seen the light of publication, its only daylight being that …
There are days when I am very thankful for the advent of social media and networking. As an info junkie it keeps me informed, and as a sometimes social butterfly I flit from flower to flower a few times a day to achieve a semblance of a social life, which is an activity that happens to be in lieu of more tangible interactions with actual, touchable, acquainted and friendly human beings. However, often I contemplate receding from social media and fully embracing what would be a truly hermitic existence, the company of my nuclear family notwithstanding, of course. To what benefit, one might wonder? Hmm. I can only imagine the amount of writing I could get done. Perhaps some time better spend reading books? Playing my shamefully neglected guitars? Actually sit my restless self down to watch movies, like old times? Catch up on sleep? Study the culinary arts? The most rewarding of all those things, of course, is the writing. While in retreat I could simply create a surrogate reality with my ability to put …
Well, hello there 2015. Already you look more attractive than 2014. You’re younger and full of so much promise, you’ve yet to disappointment. Yeah, yeah, it’s only Day One, but, hey, we’re off to a good start. Let’s not sully things with early cynicism. There is, as I write this, sunshine on this glorious first day of the New Year. Greetings, and good day to you all, wherever you may be. This is the Internet, so we can pretend we’re all in a big room together as well, sharing this moment. I trust everyone had a merry and happy holiday season. I got one big gift from the wife and it is one of those things that will only add to my distraction. Where to begin? First, I must say I am fully recalibrated and primed to take 2015 by storm with some artistic production. On the music front, talks for a potential new band are underway, and on the fiction side o’ things, Operation: Remember Me? (I just thought to call it that just now) …
