There are words that will only become available to you given a certain set of circumstances. I find myself pondering this now as I recall the times I have been swept up by inspiration and things poured forth from me effortlessly but with very little control. The only way to find out where the words…

The auto workers union and their corporate masters are engaged in a conflict that could sink the American economy and both sides have their heels dug in, unwilling to concede anything at all. Everyone at the table is being unreasonable and it’s fascinating to see this dick measuring contest play out. The manufacturers are doing…

It’s not uncommon for me to hurry other people along with details and tasks that I deem trivial or that seem unnecessary to waste time and effort on. This must make me seem like a real piece of shit sometimes, but I just place a very high value on my time and when anyone tries…

You’d have been 67 today. It’d be two years into your retirement on paper and I am entirely sure nothing would have changed. You’d be working every day because you didn’t know anything else, and I’d continue to fail to grasp why. It must be one of those things that we aren’t supposed to understand…

My work space has undergone some changes in the past week as I seek to open it up and let as much light in as I can while there is still natural light to be had. The fading daylight is apparent and the cooling temperatures tell the story of the not-to-distant future. Fall is almost…

A drought of weeks gave way to thousands of words over the past couple of days. They are the kind that get me paid so they are welcome. Some of the subject matter makes my eyes glaze over and I feel my mind wandering while I am writing, but I will fumble my way through…

My inner critic was alive and well for much of last week, telling me that I am never going to make anything out of this life as a creative. “Just give up and be normal.” – A familiar refrain that I’m accustomed to feeling to my core. The words that I say to myself in…

For the first time in, well, ever, my hands felt compelled to illustrate without words. Just what exactly I was attempting to draw isn’t clear, but it felt good to try and I experienced a completely tranquil hour mentally that just blew by. I believe this is the visual representation of my “man in the…

I am working on some of the writing that is a paid project and it has me reviewing places where people go for a vacation experience. The website shows a woman standing on a grassy mountainside in front of a borrowed horse taking a selfie of herself and the horse, presumably to share the experience…

It’s been a year since my brother died and I am not sure I’m any closer to having sympathy. It gives me pause to think that maybe I shouldn’t continue looking. I am lucky to possess the level of awareness I have about who my brother was. The detachment from emotions surrounding him was easy…