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Shake It Off

It should be no secret by now if we're friends on Facebook that I have recently started listening to Taylor Swift on my daily commutes. I'm not sure if she's part mermaid* or what, but something about her voice keeps me from being annoyed by the other drivers on the road. Most of whom drive for shit.

Friday morning was the exception. I have since tested my TSwizzle-Part-Mermaid*-Commute Theory and determined that Friday morning was an anomaly. I'm not sure what happened, to be honest.

Seriously. I don't know what the fuck happened.

I was on my normal commute from Westerville to Hilliard and just about the time we hit the big water tower near Dublin, I found myself behind someone who thought that that 60MPH was the ideal speed (spoiler alert, it wasn't). So I did something I try not to do.

I got in to the left lane to pass them.

I'm sure I've expounded on my theory that almost all traffic jams can ultimately be traced back to unnecessary lane changes, so…

Lighting a Candle

Here I sit, somewhere in suburbia.
A caucasian, straight, male. At one time I would have considered myself Christian. These days I'm not so sure.

But if you were to just look at those objective characteristics, I could easily be seen by some as "the enemy."  A part of "the establishment" that, to some, represents everything about America that is currently shitting the bed.

That I could easily be considered among the privileged is not even up for debate. I could be, and in many ways am.

If I were to get pulled over by the police my first thought would never be whether or not I was going to make it home alive. More likely the thought would be centered around if my insurance premiums would go up or not.

There is a strong chance I could weather the next four years and come through with very little impact to the life I am currently living.  I don't have to march. I don't have to speak out against the bullshit. Because, as shitty as it sounds, I'll probab…

There Is No Time

In between rehydrating after Saturday's D&D session (and subsequent all night whiskey/philosophy session with one of my favorite writers and mentors, C. Bryan Brown), laundry, and seeing how many ways NPH was going to break the fourth wall in the Lemony Snicket's Netflix series, I had an idea hit me.

It was an idea about time.

Another one of my favorite authors and friends, Monica Corwin, had a newsletter come out a couple weeks ago with a subject line that has been wandering just below the surface since I read it.  It said simply, "Time Doesn't Exist. Clocks Exist." I assumed it was from an episode of Dr. Who that I have not yet seen (I'm still stuck in the Tom Baker years, forgive me). A cursory search on the googles found the quote all over the graffiti, on numerous boards on the black hole that is Pinterest, and in scientific journals.

It seems I'm not alone in my view of time.  I started thinking about the quote. "There is no time…

Ah My Dream, There You Are

Hello 2017, you beautiful bitch. I know we haven't really talked or set the tone for how the year is going to go, but here's the thing-I own you. You're mine. Shit is going to happen this year. Good shit. And you're going to like it, I promise.

2016, by most popular accounts was a shit show.  But that's the surface sheen. The celebrity veneer, if you will.

For me, 2016 was AH-MAZING!  I got out of my own head and got seriously involved with not one, but TWO writing groups.  I built the foundations for some seriously awesome friendships that I know in my heart of hearts will last me for the rest of this lifetime and maybe a few more after that. So, I've got that going for me. Which is nice.

And, as you've no doubt read on this blog, I've claimed my place in the universe as a writer.

I finished the first draft of a novel. And I put a large dent in what is sure to be a book of poetry that will be released in 2017.

In short, in regards to making my dreams c…

A Word and a Goal

Let me start today's lunchtime bloggy blog with a little tune. It's by one of my favorite bands, The Pink Floyd.  This song is off of one of their not-quite-so-mainstream albums, Meddle. The track is called "Fearless." The significance will come to bear in a few minutes. Well, about six minutes, to be exact-if you click to watch the video. And by watch, I mean listen. There's no real video content other than the album cover. Which, really is fine. It's the lyrics and vibe that matter in this anyway.

So. Not quite a masterpiece as far as tunes go. But it holds some significance to me, which I'll get in

A couple of writers that I dig lots (whom I'll tag when I actually post this to FB) kicked off 2017 by doing this thing where they pick a word. I'm not sure if the word is like a goal word or a target word for the year or some kind of empowering thing. I know, it's terrible, I have something of a short attention span, if I'm…

The Darker Side of Empathy

I had an interesting thing happen to me yesterday evening. It was one of those things that I've read about happening to others. One of those things that intellectually I understood, but had never quite felt to the degree I felt it yesterday.

The day was a pretty typical day. I went to bed Friday night filled with plans of waking up early and taking charge of the day. Laundry, apartment rearranging and junk purging, writing, was quite the list of domestic godhood.

Saturday's alarm clanged out at the appropriate ungodly hour and my snooze reflex engaged for the next hour or so.

When I finally did roll out of bed (literally), the morning and day didn't seem as clearly defined as it was when I made the list the night before.  The morning was spent nibbling leftovers, Monster and binging on Travellers on Netflix.  Funny thing is, I was OK with this shift in day plans.

I did some more work on the web site,  It's still not great, but it's better…

Identity Crisis - 2017 Edition

Welcome to the first post for 2017! This would normally be the spot reserved for careful reflection of the year that passed and a healthy dose of misplaced optimism for the year ahead.
I've done that all before and to be completely honest, you're going to get enough of that from other people. 
You may have read in previous posts on this here bloggy blog, that I plan on grabbing 2017 by the short hairs and making my dream of being a published author a reality.
2016 saw me accepting the fact that yes, I am a writer. I won't belabor the point here as I'm sure I said it better in other posts. 
One thing that's completely humbling to me, though, is the amount of love and support both from friends and family as well as the community of writers that I find myself now regarding as family. 
It has been an experience that I can scarcely put in to words (which is terrible for a writer, I know), but it's true. Every time I try, I am flooded with emotions.  I'm sure it&…