I know it’s hard to believe, but my ideas don’t just spring out of thin air. In the past, I’ve relied upon writing prompts to help spark the old whirlygig in my head when I had nothing else going, and more often than not it … Continue reading I know the pieces fit . . .
No need to look back; we all know what went down. It’s kind of hard to talk about it when there’s nothing left to be said. So here’s looking forward to kicking off a new year, for better or worse.
Forgotten Days, ways to do things that were once light I just have a few minutes to write before I have to go to work. It’s funny how life gets away from me, how I start to miss things like writing. I once hoped I … Continue reading Once upon a haiku . . .
I used to grope for blog post ideas. This was part of my problem, I think. I’d go over to the Daily Post and see what they had there. I’d see if I could mix the different prompts to generate something to write about. But … Continue reading Case in point: the forgotten draft
Yes, I am still here…
Man, I wonder how quickly I can do this. Remember when I used to steal time, when I called myself a time thief? That was 3.25 years ago, and somehow time has gotten its stuff back from me. I push my effort into all the … Continue reading Finding your inner Plasticman
Climate change isn’t restricted to the world without . . .
Woolgathering Wednesday makes a crash with a little insight on the Earth’s fluid dynamics . . .
Wherever you go, there you are . . . even after you’re gone. Tanka Tuesday takes flight after fighting the good fight.
The last few days in my land have been marked by brief, yet intense summer storms. The lightning that laced the orange sky was so frequent as the storm receded that both Mme. Ross and I tried to get pictures of them, but our efforts … Continue reading Bottling lightning
Rob's Surf Report 