Running In The Florida Heat

I live in Florida, so you’d think I would be used to this. But wow, it’s so very hot outside.

For those that do not live here, and have not visited, Florida has a wet heat. It’s like walking in a thick soup that sticks to your skin. When I was in Illinois for a few weeks, coming back felt—and I mean this was eerily accurate—like being slapped in the face with a wet towel when the elevator doors opened. Continue reading

Reading A Big Paperback

It’s been a while since I’ve read a massive paperback book. The kind of book so large that it’s not fit for the human hand. The kind you hold up with spread fingers, and it’s way too heavy, but you need to keep it aloft or it will fall on your face.

And, well, it’s just been nice. The look of ink on real paper and watching the remaining pages shrink. It’s satisfying in a way that digital books are not—and could never hope to emulate. Continue reading

Writing Is Simpler Than That

Storytelling is simpler than we let it be. What we consider cliché, what we consider trite or overdone, will work if it’s good storytelling. It’s the reason that superhero stories can have the same plot across the board but still succeed.

What is a structure, if not a template? What is a bacon cheeseburger, if not the same ingredients each time? Continue reading

That Hustling Music

Lately, I’ve noticed a genre of music I enjoy—but cannot place what it is called. The tracks don’t seem to exist under a unified style, but all have one thing in common: they are about hustling.

And by hustling, I mean working a lot for money. Songs that seem tailored to the ideals of the entrepreneur. Continue reading

Broke My Toe

This is honestly old news but because I didn’t keep up with my posting schedule—and I’m still kind of scrambling, sorry about that—I neglected to tell you how I broke my toe.

Basically, and this was not as painful as it sounds, I had my toe catch on the edge of something and I kept walking… and the toe tried to stay behind.

I’m betting you catch my drift. Continue reading

Microfiction: The Lake In Another Place

Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.

My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading

The Little Critters

As I’ve mentioned a very long time ago on this blog, I walk every day. But lately, I’ve been mostly walking at night. I like the dark, and I enjoy the quiet and the calm.

I also enjoy all the animals that come out at night.

My neighborhood is full of them. So far, I’ve come across rabbits, bats, possums, and the occasional stray cat. I’ve also, and perhaps I’ll do another post later about this story, come across a pair of huge owls. Continue reading