Needing Set Up Time to Get Into My World

For the past few years, I’ve used the time alone in the car on my return commute to leave reality and inhabit the world I’ve created. I think about plot, character development, civilizations, culture, dialogue and whatever else might snag my thoughts. By the time I reach my home, reality has receded into the background, for me to go through motions until I’m at my computer, ready to type whatever thoughts had been swirling down. This year, however, my thoughts have been disjointed and when I sit down to type, I’m desperately aware of the fact that I am on…

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Oh Boy, Hillary Stepped In It, Didn’t She?

This was one helluva unforced error. Hillary Clinton at Nancy Reagan’s funeral praised the former First Lady for her voice in speaking out about AIDS and awareness. Say what? Those of us who were in the trenches during the 80’s and 90’s remember those years with clarity and Nancy Reagan (nor her beloved Ronnie) wasn’t an ally. In fact, their silence on AIDS was what bred the “Silence = Death” activism. Nice going Hillary. You just lost a huge swathe of queer folks who were waffling between you and Bernie Sanders.

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How to Have Long-Term Rivalry & Emerge as Friends

I was a decent fan of tennis in the 70’s and 80’s. If you were any sort of fan back then, you basically had to choose sides: Chris Evert or Martina Navratilova. I chose early and never wavered from my choice until she retired: Chrissy Evert. Here’s an article from Parade.com about these two tennis greats’ rivalry and friendship. The best quote from Chris Evert in there was this: I was one of the greatest players who ever won Wimbledon who didn’t have a serve! I’d say 99.9% of Evert’s serves were returned. If she played another baseline player, you were…

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Mental & Physical Breaks

I took a break. Did you notice? It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, for here or on my novel. Even my facebook posts have been in drips and drabs. I wish there was some epiphany behind the breaks, or some desire to “get away from it all.” Maybe there were reasons of sorts, but they never formed into a spoken desire. It was more of a “not today” type of rejection. Am I rested? Probably. Are my creative juices rejuvenated? More than likely. I guess there’s been a part of me wanting to wait until the writing…

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Nightmare, or Was It?

The other night, I woke up to Westina shaking me awake. “There’s someone in the house!” she whispered. I heard noises immediately. Somehow, I was able to see a shadow moving down the hallway, which should’ve clued me in. Getting up, I indicated to Loki to follow me. Inkling was still curled on Westina’s legs. I walked into the living room to find a stranger sitting in the middle of my couch. He was stretched out with his hands tucked behind his head (as if he was surrendering) and his long legs jutting out from the couch as if they…

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Cracks in the Block

Around November 15th, a block of dense material dropped on top of my imagination’s path, obscuring any sight. As time went on, the holidays, birthdays and video games happened. As did the discovery of the Amazing Race on Amazon Prime. As a result, the block stayed and its weight settled it onto my imagination’s ground. Every time I looked over, the block looked more massive, more settled, more… permanent. Which led to me feeling a little despondent at the thought. First it was, okay, after Thanksgiving, I’ll sit and write. Then it was, okay, after W’s birthday I’ll write. Then it…

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Only a Cry Away

Over the holidays, I saw my cousin-in-law who is undergoing chemo for ovarian cancer. When she walked in, she was hunched and moving slowly. “The Chemo-walk,” I later told her. “You’ve got it.” I urged her about some things I knew about, like getting a temporary handicap placard for your car, and getting a wheelchair just to save energy. “Your energy will be less and less,” I told her. Besides her, I spoke with few. I wasn’t in the mood for celebrations nor company but that’s not part of the holiday spirit so I mingled. Later, I tossed and turned the…

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Charles Woodson is Retiring – Long Live the GOAT

Back in 1998, I was into the Raiders, but not super-into them like I am nowadays. Back then, Jon Gruden had just become our head coach, we had Jeff Hostetler as our QB and well, I wasn’t paying attention much to the draft or free agent pickups or anything. But we drafted the Heisman Trophy winner, Charles Woodson as our cornerback. By the time I was paying attention two or three years later when Gannon was the QB, Woodson had already established himself as a very talented but partying player. So when he left for the Packers when his rookie…

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I’m Not… But I Am…

One of the hardest things in life is self-reflection. I don’t mean for the big moments. Self-reflection on how you act when someone’s sick, or someone’s dying is commonplace. Those are moments out of time, the ones life asks that you be a better you so that the moment can be supported and carried through. I’m talking about about the small moments when you feel absolutely justified in how you act, or the moments when life asks for a quick reaction and how you react won’t stay long in your memory or others. Somehow, when we think of ourselves, we…

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