Why I’m Here

Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason so few engage in it.

~Henry Ford

Years ago I decided that I would start a blog and it served primarily as a way to engage in self-therapy. I figured that if I could just start talking, even to myself, I might be able to work through some issues I was having.

I’ve always been a writer at heart and I still feel that way though I seldom make the time to be one in practice. This blog became a means to that end when I told myself I’d make a post every day, or when I started publishing bits and pieces of my writing (fiction) here via various prompts and/or activities, like the Blogging 101 class, for instance.

When I started blogging I never cared much who might read it or if anyone would read it, it was mostly for me. As time has gone on I’ve found I really enjoy engaging with readers and other bloggers with regards to the opinions or thoughts I share on my blog. Getting a huge audience has never been a priority, but I definitely enjoy the fact other people read my words and I’m probably a bit more careful with the presentation as a result. I’m not going to censor myself because others are reading, but I’ll probably proofread a second time or be more mindful of my composition. I’m vain and I wouldn’t want people reading my blog thinking, “This guy sounds like an uneducated imbecile.”

Readers may think that because they don’t agree with my opinions, but that’s fine. I’m not asking anyone to agree with everything I say.

Onward & Upward

Having my own blog led me to start writing about the St. Louis Blues on other websites. You can currently find my hockey posts at The Hockey Writers. I’m definitely still looking for opportunities to write more and I would love to be writing for a living. That chance hasn’t presented itself yet, but I’ll continue looking for it.

Whether you follow my blog or just come every once in a while to check out what’s new, you’ll find me occasionally voicing my opinion on current events, sharing recipes, restaurant experiences, baseball insights, or samples of my favorite music and books. Since I’ve taken my specialty writing (about hockey) off-site, my blog remains a sort jack-of-all-trades kind of entity. That’s not to say it couldn’t become something more focused in the future, but I enjoy a lot of different things in life and for now I’m content with them all being a part of my blog

Thanks again for taking time to read, I hope you’ll leave comments during your stay.

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Barbed Wire

Your plastic exterior never fit

and neither yarn nor filament will leave the impression of a fossil

in the baked mud.

Flexible, the current flinches

while hydraulic power plants pump fluid

through seals of oil & bolts.

Ornamental pain worn like a spray of jealousy from a hose,

painting a halo over the bust of Michelangelo.

Reel it in, it takes too long to run,

dragged by an anchor low through iron railings.

The guards skin figures by the gate.

Free Verse Friday 11.21.14

Thin wire forms, blasted apart by grinding horns, bit by bit, byte by byte. Progressive precision, torrentially assertive. Creeping, lifting, happily engineering the most uncomfortable connections.  An icon besmirched, scandalized, immortalized in latex.

Traveling o’er rooftops systematically merging with motorcycles, engines gunning, he dances a jig. The gossiping, whispering tell-tale signs of hens, clucking and strutting their awkwardness, grudgingly relenting to an unwelcome touch on the shoulder.

The bleating of farm animals and heady stink of the barnyard, you can’t drive it away with simple clamps wearing gloves. Brushed by industrial transmission, rocketed to heights hoisted heavily Heavenward.

He dies.

Free Verse Friday

Abrasive, cut like a diamond, flexing muscles imprinted like a brand on beef cattle

Stuffed like a sausage in its casing, linked to all the others, lined up for the slaughter

Cold, hard cash, frozen like tundra, judge, jury and executioner, you own your bliss

Your soul heavy, dark beams of light falling like Autumn leaves, the theater of your mind cold, all your heat dispersed in sheets

Sipping from the juice box, seal broken, excuses fabricated under the influence of electric pharmaceuticals

A national crisis, corporate controlled distribution of razor blades to slash brake lines

Listening to the clipping of fingernails, waiting for each successive CLICK to echo through my head, bile rising in my throat

Nothing works, the process grinds to a halt, anger bubbles, ripples to hold more guacamole dredged from the bottom of your alloy lined raincoat pockets

Mistakes made, ghosts in the snow, records spinning, give away all the sounds

Hollow eyes, pretending colors are following your written rhymes, trying to show signs of industry

Information sewn into the splitting sofa cushions, a sectional moving like a race car driver

Flames blooming after a laser precision strike, glowing like morning, time seems to stop, apartment walls giant and cavernous

Fin

I hate them, since you’re asking

Yes, I hate Mondays. Can’t think of a time when I didn’t. The weekends never seem long enough and then Monday rears its ugly head again, my iPhone blaring its alarm (I use the klaxxon sound effect) to scuttle me from my bed. Even if the night wasn’t restful, staying in bed fitfully sleeping would be preferable to getting up Monday morning and going to work. Mondays are so close to the weekend, but yet so very far away. It doesn’t seem fair, though in the grand scheme of things I am glad to have a full-time job that (mostly) pays the bills.

This one, like most, was full of fun: thunder, rain , and wind waking me a few hours before my alarm, rousing my daughter to get up and ready for school, making her lunch, making breakfast, it’s raining, taking the trash out in the rain. Good times. Driving to work in the rain, having some jerk riding my bumper in the rain, getting cut off by a teenage driver in the rain. You get the picture.

I’ve not written anything here in months, due largely to the (delayed) start of the NHL season back in January. I’ve been writing about the St. Louis Blues over at BleedinBlue.com, and neglecting my personal writing and blogging community of friends. Now that the season is over I’ll still be writing over there, but perhaps not as frequently, and I’ll be spending more time here once more.

This morning I was poked and prodded (in a good way, I’m thankful) by Mod Mom Beyond IndieDom to join in her “I Don’t Like Mondays” blog hop. Make it a point to click through her button and read all of the great posts linked up there.

 

I’ll be back soon with a few words on the 1st Annual NHL Blogger Bet, but for now I’ll leave you with an inspirational quote to start off your work-week:

 “It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.

― Walter Lippmann

Almost the end…

The end of 2012, that is. I’ve survived the Christmas rush and I’m grudgingly back at work this week. Over the last few days I managed a bit of the Spirit of the season and wasn’t (I hope) a total Scrooge during the long weekend. Now I have a brief moment to reflect on the status of my blog and the NaBloPoMo challenge.

I take my inspiration to write for my blog from numerous sources and I enjoy prompts of all kinds. The wonderful people at BlogHer had posed the challenge of posting once a day, every day for the month of December with the underlying theme of WORK. Today is the 26th and I’ve fallen well off the post-a-day pace at this point, due largely in part to, well, working.

The month of December is often “soft” as we say in Sales, and it takes most of my mental capacity to churn out as much business as I can for the end of the quarter and the year, often meaning that I have little energy left over for doing things I enjoy, like writing. When I’m not working I’m at home with my family and have really been enjoying that time, so my writing has taken a back seat, especially this month.

I’m not complaining, just perhaps explaining to myself and setting the tone for where I am mentally with regards to blogging, writing and my job as we try to finish up, squeezing every last sale and dollar out of 2012 while preparing to start a New Year next week. I have irons in fires now I didn’t have when this year began, all of which are very important to me. I have plans for 2013 I couldn’t have anticipated back in January, and I’m thankful for the opportunities that have and will present themselves.

This isn’t my last post of the year, but I had some writing energy pent-up from the long weekend and needed to get it out. It’s been enjoyable, therapeutic and personal, but I know that at least a handful of people read along with me and I appreciate that too. I hope your yearly goals have been reached and that you’re busy working on your own big finishes.

 

 

At it again

Well, it’s December, and you know what that means! No, not Christmas, it’s time for NaBloPoMo again! Seriously, thanks to inspiration from BlogHer I’m going to give this a shot again this month. Last month I finished with 30 posts in 30 days, though I had to do a little catch up at the end due to missing a couple of posts along the way. Maybe this month I can pass the willpower test and get one in every calendar day.

I plan to work hard to represent myself each day in December and finish off the year with a bang. I’ll be back tomorrow, and every day after that 😉

 

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National Blog Posting Month!

I was reminded by the awesome Studio30Plus (via their Facebook page) that November, aside from being some other crazy writers event month (more on that in another post,) is also National Blog Posting Month!

 

30 posts in 30 days. Really, what else do I have to do? No excuses. Get it done. Because it’s fun and because I can. No really, I can. What? You don’t believe me? You say there’s no way I can write a novel, work, have a personal life, be a dad, help coordinate the Studio Features, post on my blog every day in November AND have like, three or four Thanksgivings due to friends and a multi-faceted family?

To you doubters I say, “watch me.” Rawr.

 

Returning to form…

I’m finally getting back into the swing of things after a week of vacation and some changes to my day-to-day life- very good ones, though with every kind of change we must make adjustments. Fellow St. Louisian David Craig blogged this morning about Change and I felt like putting down some thoughts of my own. Thanks, David, for inspiring me today, I needed a kickstart to get back in my groove.

Earlier this month I took a week off and flew on a plane, something I hadn’t done in maybe 10 years. I drove across (half) the country with my girlfriend and her dog. I invited her into my home which is now our home. Over the next six months or so we’ll be moving and melding our families even further. To say there are changes going on in my life would be somewhat an understatement, but they’re changes I wanted and changes that are improving my life.

I am still strongly feeling the desire to write and the enjoyment of blogging. I’ve had a lot of other things going on over the last couple weeks so I’ve not made time for posting or even much reading, but I will. I’m planning to give NaNoWriMo a serious go- it starts in 3 days- and continuing to share things here, participate in prompts, be a part of the online writing communities I’m involved with, and stay connected with all of my friends via the various social media outlets.

Change doesn’t ever have to mean giving up what you love if you’re open to it, flexible enough to work the changes into your life, and happy with the outcome. Sometimes we don’t get to say when and where changes occur, but I’ve been lucky enough to make these changes of my own accord. I have no plans to eliminate anything that I don’t want to leave behind. I have new people and responsibilities in my life I will embrace and champion. Hopefully the positive feelings and results I’m already experiencing will be reflected here.

 

I’m a Guest of the Naked Girl!

I was recently invited to be a guest by Kelly, the wonderful Naked Girl in a Dress, and by clicking that link you’ll head over to her site and read my musings on long distance love.

If you’re not already a reader of her blog (and if you were you probably didn’t need this link!) then you should be. You should also follow her on Twitter ( @NkdGirlinaDress ) and ALSO check out Studio30 Plus where she basically runs a halfway house for writers who are bloggers, bloggers who are writers, and even some writers, and bloggers too. SO much good stuff there to read and also follow @Studio30Plus so that we can all continue to share our words.

Thanks, Kelly! And thanks to you readers.