To be fair it hasn’t really seemed like four months since I last wrote. That’s not entirely true. There was this draft about Colbert visiting the Hill, but it didn’t come out right. Delete. In my defense, I’ve been a little busy. You see, there was this wedding thing in August which led right into being notified that the place we were renting had been foreclosed upon. Swell. We had a little over a month to find a new place, pack up our junk, and move. Through what can only be divine intervention and a lot of family support, we got it done, and we are mostly unboxed and ensconced in our new lair. It’s a bigger place and has a garage which has already been dubbed storage. I would have to park across the street anyways as there’s only enough room for one car. A general sense of excitement can be attributed to having a deck which means I may now don some barbecue mitts and wreak flaming havoc on unsuspecting meat. All in all, it could be worse. Wait did I mention I need a new job? Yes during the great house debacle, our team members were delivered “reduction in work force” letters. Granted there has been a stay of execution, but the day looms ever closer. There have been some leads and a couple of interviews, but no word yet. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m really trying to make a better attempt at writing something everyday. I’ve had the idea for a novel, or rather a trilogy, knocking around in my head for the better part of 10 years I’m abashed to say. Over the years I’ve had a good deal of encouragement and a lot of advice on writing but somehow the motivation always eludes me after a valiant beginning. It’s a daunting task looking at how much I want to convey while remaining original. I feel like no matter what I write, it’s been done before. Is there any plot or character motivation that hasn’t been put into prose? Unlikely. So then is it my goal to do it better? Ha! I find it difficult to live up to my own aspirations of being as prolific as Orson Scott Card or Robert Heinlein. I must start somewhere though. I have dabbled in short stories, and somehow they just seem too short. I start with what seem to be good ideas but somehow it all seems to turn to drivel halfway through. I figured the only cure was to start regimenting myself to write a little each day. Most of it will unlikely be profound but I do want to contribute something beyond just being another blog no one really cares about reading. Perhaps with time that will come but in the mean time you’ll just to suffer through this trite garbage