So listen: it’s hard to be creative in all of this waves hands at everything going on in the world right now. You know it, I know it, they know it. So in order to help try to keep a little flow going on my end, I’m making a little accountability page here on the ol’ blog to keep a bit of track of headway on the book...

“Whatcha doing?” Rivi asks, looking over my shoulder at my phone. “Well, I was enjoying my personal space,” I say. “That ship has sailed, hit an iceberg, and sunk,” she says. She reaches over and taps my phone with her finger. “Playlisting, huh?” I bat her hand away. “Don’t get your DNA all over everything.” “You...

Dear Viola, It’s snowing just now as I write this, just outside the window at work. It’s not a beautiful filmic snow, drifting with fat romantic flakes, not at all. Instead it’s angry snow, coming down hard and fast, snow that wants to be rain and is mad that the temperature won’t allow for it. As an act of...

I’ve been blogging for more than a couple of decades now, in one place or another (and boy how time does fly when you think about it), and it’s always been fun to scatter words out into the world and see if anything sticks. I’ve made some good friends this way, and hopefully I’ll make a few more before I’m done (I...

I am newly in love with the idea of a postroll here in the first few days of 2026. I’ve sung their praises in the past, and I’ve got one of my own on this site (which I intend to make more quickly accessible in future layout updates). I find it so helpful in discovering new people to follow in the wide world of...

“I am not made for this,” Rivi says to me. “It’s winter,” I say. “Complaining about it won’t do any good.” “This isn’t winter,” she says. “It’s the return of the Ice Age.” I can’t argue with her about the cold. The thermometer in my car this morning on the way in to work was reading -2 Fahrenheit, so yes: it’s...

Well, Happy New Year and stuff. Hope none of you stayed up too late last night, doing that celebratory thing that results in hangovers and regrets the next morning. You know who are you if you did. No judgment from me, promise. It’s snowing here in Stephen King Country as I write this, a little blanket to cover the...

There is an ache in my fingertips that does not go away. It’s a light sting, right at the pads, and I know it’s from the cold air outside. I go out in the mornings to care for the chickens, and I find my insulated winter gloves get in the way of some of the things I do, so I take them off when I’m at the coop....

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I’m not one who ever makes New Year’s resolutions. Picking a date and announcing all the Great Things I Shall Endeavor to Accomplish in the New Year has historically been a recipe for failure, and so I’ve learned over time to just shut up about it and keep my head down when the resolutions start flying. But you...

I think that I’m running low on juice these days. Actually, I am certain of it. While I am enjoying my job (hello, United States Postal Service!), it didn’t really occur to me at the time I accepted the position I am in that I would be working six days a week, up at or before dawn, for essentially forever (or until...

It's been a long few weeks here in the woods, and the main reason is because my body has decided to try and murder me. Well, perhaps murder is too strong a word. Incapacitate is a little closer. The short version is that it is suspected that I am having a little reaction to a prescription med I've been taking, and...