memories
My elegant universe
Sometimes you don't plan a thing for your weekend, and the weekend just rises up to meet you, and everything is just...wonderful. My weekend was like that. No big, spectacular plans. Just a succession of small, pleasant moments. Any one of them would have been the highlight of the
Shake me up
A couple of weeks ago I had oral surgery. I was pretty concerned about this event; there was some risk my sinus might explode during the surgery. It didn't! But there was a bone graft involved, and some mention of the boundary between my mouth and sinus being paper-thin, so
A northern light
Felicia collects fountain pens; I collect pencils. We each have an appreciation for the other's preferred tools, even with often vastly different tastes. This afternoon she showed me a pen she'd discovered. The pen was a dark blue streaked with clouds and wisps of vibrant green. It was named for
Doodling is still writing
I didn't much feel like writing my newsletter this week, so I, uh, drew it instead. You can read the whole thing here. Not sure if I'll do this again, but it was pretty fun.
When you're up, you celebrate
Publishing can be a fickle business, someone once told me, so you have to make sure you celebrate every little positive thing that happens. Embrace the highs, because there are a lot of lows. On Tuesday, The Edge of Sleep was released. Publication day is always a high, so we
Playing the children's game
Every Thursday night, Felicia and Squish and I watch a movie together. We take turns selecting something to watch. Sometimes it's a legitimately great movie; other times it's pure adrenaline or silliness. At the start of each month, I'll doodle a fresh "schedule" for us, and we'll fill in what
Like and subscribe
The very first blog post I ever wrote was in 1998. I don't think the word 'blog' was being bandied about quite yet, though I could be wrong. And mine was hardly more than a static site I updated regularly with new entries. I've been thinking lately about how much
Finding pleasure in the work
I wrote my very first novel just after high school. As with most first novels—particularly first novels written by someone hardly more than a teenager—it struggles mightily to be good. Oh, young me wanted so badly to be a writer. That eagerness regularly collided with my inexperience, not
The web sites we once were
The other day, out of curiosity, I went hunting for one of my very first web sites. I created it with a free service in 1998; most of those services were swallowed up, years later, by big tech companies, and all the sites within them held underwater until they expired.
Winter at Hill House
This week, as I enjoyed a little time off, it snowed for the first time this season. The hill we live atop is steep, generally too steep when icy for even a Jeep to navigate safely, so when it snows, we stay home. (Easier this year, since "stay home" has