Where I list the A,B,C’s of Daddy Runs a Lot

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

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 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 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