I’m not good at growing things. Luke, on the other hand, can look at a plant and it will grow before your very eyes. There’s an
apple tree growing in our yard that he planted one day after eating the fruit and contemplating what would happen if he planted the core. Continue reading…
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It is officially the week of the script blog family. My weekend was full of emotion and randomness. I blame cabin fever, ‘work-related-stress’, and a few other bits and pieces. Continue reading…
I spent a good portion of my morning staring blankly at WordPress wondering how to do certain things with my site. Continue reading…
I woke up this morning and seriously didn’t feel like writing a poem. However, I’m one of those people that tries to get anything
I don’t feel like doing out of the way first thing… before daily distractions start to intervene. Continue reading…
Today is the last day of 2009. When the year started, I was working for the Australian government writing various corporate
publications, Ministerial speeches, and other life-sucking goodies. Continue reading…
I had an epiphany standing outside last night beneath a New England winter sky of diamond stars
watching puffs of chilled breath escape my excited lips chatting with new friends. I’m a tri-state person. Continue reading…
I don’t know very many other writers. I am fortunate to have met a few here and there in the great expanse of Internet land, but in all honesty I can count on one hand how many I’ve met in person. And even then, it’s been a five minute encounter of ‘Oh you like to write? Yeah… me too.’ Continue reading…
Today is officially my first day of ‘ain’t got no job’. The first thing I did was write a really angry poem on my RedBubble page. (See WRITING)
Then I went on Twitter and added anyone associated with New York to my ‘gschmidlin’ account. Isn’t that what they crap on about with that The Secret (aka common sense) nonsense? Continue reading…
