I’m really freaking tired. The past two weeks have had me working my regular job, moving offices at said job, going through tech week of Guys & Dolls, playing six performances of Guys & Dolls, trying to figure out how I’ll approach my project for National Novel Writer’s Month, working on some behind-the-scenes magic for… Continue reading Where I contemplate a full day to myself.
Where I recount the zombie run
If you wanted to formulate an event that said “this is for John,” these are the preferred ingredients: Fresh air Running or cycling Beer Horror movie creatures, but especially zombies Good friends Music New people to meet & mingle with Pretty, scantily clad women So, a few months ago, my friend Lindsay asked me if… Continue reading Where I recount the zombie run
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 recap a successful run
This weekend was full. I’d love to qualify it with “full of somethings,” but it was just plain full. Friday, I took a half day at work, picked up my kids, had dinner with my mom, sister, and the family, and then played a show. On Saturday, I woke up early, drove down to Baltimore… Continue reading Where I recap a successful run
Where I write in six words about the half-marathon #SixWordSunday
I achieved the goal I set.
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 present a night in the life of an ordinary father
It’s no secret that parenthood has mad moments – so here’s a night in the life from last week. Be prepared – this is a parenting adventure, so there may be ample talk of tears and other bodily fluids. Work, this past week, has been rough – a formerly “well-known” process has, simply fallen apart.… Continue reading Where I present a night in the life of an ordinary father
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 collect my breath on a Thursday
My world’s been a bit hectic lately . . . here’s me, trying to gather some calm in the storm… I close my eyes. Slowly, I draw breath. The air around me fills me – down my throat, to my chest, and spreading out from my middle. Seeping, creeping, flowing. Each breath I take permeates… Continue reading Where I collect my breath on a Thursday
Where I discuss my nervousness over an upcoming run
Eleven days. Why the heck am I so damn nervous? See, I’m running a half-marathon in 11 days. I’ve run two full marathons, and I’m training for a third (that one is in 39 days). If I have a few hours with nothing to do? I’ll just go run 13 miles & change. I’ve conditioned… Continue reading Where I discuss my nervousness over an upcoming run