I have written a lot of crap in my quest to become a readable writer. Throughout that process, I kept every crappy manuscript my Brother typewriter generated. For years, they moved with me from place to place, state to state,…
A Writers Path
Category: Epiphany
A moment of realization, that little spark that sets the light bulb off in you head.
An Unlikely Chain of Events
Purpose-dent Definition: A deliberate incident the happens expectantly and intentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury. An event that happens on purpose with apparent or deliberate cause. A few years into my over the road truck driving career, one of…
Prince
Today we lost a talented and gifted man. The city and state that call him home are now in mourning. Target field and the I35W bridge are lit in purple. Mourners will flock to Paisley Park and First Avenue to…
1.4 Million Years
A long time ago, I quit “investing” in lottery tickets. I decided at that time, that instead of putting my faith in a one in 292 million chance, I would put my faith in my own talents and abilities. To…
Snot Stinks
Have you ever worked in an environment that was initially repulsive to your olfactory senses? I can think of two jobs in my past that initially caused me to wrinkle my nose in distaste. The first was working at Taco…
Caution, Rapidly Approaching Ground!
It is hard to imagine that I am approaching fifty. Not because it doesn’t feel like I have lived forty-eight years’ worth of life. I have, every year is etched into my memory, and I can clearly recall huge tracts…
Musings Part 1
The one thing I did more than any other while I drove this countries highways and byways was ponder over how people interact with one another. Because of one failed marriage before becoming a truck driver and a broken engagement…
Time Travel Symphony
I touted not long ago in “If only we could go back…”that time travel wasn’t possible. Then contradicted myself when I said it was possible in a sense in “Yesterdays Friends”. Now I am going to say once again, thanks…
Yesterday’s Friends
As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…
Past and Present
I wrote a piece a couple of weeks ago called “If only I could go back…” that made the claim that you could not fold space and time. I think I discovered a scenario where this is possible. Last night…