Age 37 Biggest Fear Forgetting my priorities — I tend to invest myself into whatever I happen to be doing . . . sometimes, that “thing” I’m doing? Is entirely unimportant. And if I becomes all encompassing, well, important shit gets lost. I’m constantly telling myself to step back & look at what I’m focusing… Continue reading Where I list the A,B,C’s of Daddy Runs a Lot
Category: Writing Prompt
Where I define the music that has made me
If you’ve been around here for awhile, you know that I’m a musician. Yes, I’m a father. And a nutjob someone who takes his health seriously. And a web developer. But I’m a musician — in fact, lately, I’d say that I’m “a musician” more than I am most anything else1. Music makes up a… Continue reading Where I define the music that has made me
Where I present five random facts about myself #oldschoolblogging
If you asked me, until the time I was about 11, what I wanted to be, while there was a chance I might have responded “fireman” or “policeman” or “doctor,” more than likely, I’d have answered “mad scientist.” To be honest, Doctor Horrible is kind-of my hero. No question stresses me out more than “what… Continue reading Where I present five random facts about myself #oldschoolblogging
Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Just yesterday, I was thinking “I really should figure out how I can ensure that I’m posting here, at least once or twice a week.” The problem? Finding something that’s post-worthy, that I want to write about, when I have time to write about it. Just as I finished said thought, though, one of my… Continue reading Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Where I answer Natalie’s eleven questions
So, Natalie of Mommy of a Monster (and Twins) fame (though I find the title of her blog amusing, because it really seems that Tater is a really great kid . . . while the twins are the actual monsters, but when you register a domain, you register it for life) put out 11 seemingly… Continue reading Where I answer Natalie’s eleven questions
Where I try to scare you with a text
Please, tell me you’re getting this. I’m not sure which way is which. I’m so so cold. And tired. They’re almost here. Run. Please. I love you. Compose a post in the form of a text–160 characters. Your text must elicit or express fear.
Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
I lie in bed, reveling in the fact that it’s “just me” there, for once. After a mad scramble, I find the remote, and, wouldn’t you know, there’s no shortage of cheesy horror movies on. A smile crosses my face as I close my eyes and think of beer & pizza and of chips &… Continue reading Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
Where I set the scene in a work in progress.
This is a portion of a work in progress – a science-fiction/thriller/mystery/Quantum-Leap ripoff It was his favorite time of day – when you don’t know if it’s afternoon, evening, or night, when David stepped out of the car and toward the house, somehow knowing that he was going the right way. Curiously, he looked back… Continue reading Where I set the scene in a work in progress.
Where I conjure the end of a run
Pressure mounts from within. My heart beats, faster and faster, causing my chest to ache. The sound of my feet, pounding on the pavement, strikes and reverberates against quiet homefronts, making it sound like someone coming up, quickly, behind me. I push myself faster to keep that person in check. My legs strain. I struggle,… Continue reading Where I conjure the end of a run
Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir
LATE NIGHT – A RUNDOWN OLD THEATER The camera pans in to find a man in his mid-40’s, JOHN, dressed in a tuxedo, asleep in a chair, drooling, a concent program in his hand. The sound of an orchestra tuning fills in the background. The camera zooms in on JOHN’s face as the sound fades.… Continue reading Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir