Jim Gunn got the New York Times obituary he deserved, and I cried when I saw it. I haven’t really cried much for Jim, though […]
Tag: writing
Snow, also life.
I generally have nothing but disdain for grackles, who come in their scores and eat all the food I put out for everyone else in […]
Last week, not much.
Good news is, I started work on The American Tour again in earnest. I have another 15,000 words or so to the end, and then […]
Hurrah, inauguration! Everything else, less so.
Like so many people, I cried when I heard the inauguration had actually happened without any last-minute tragedy. But I knew and know it changes […]
Where exactly have I been?
I mean, nowhere actually, but I have been distracted and busy. I finished the freelance job: 55,000 words and four maps by the end. Handed […]
The week, huh.
The freelance project is coming into the final turn, and I am in that weird zone when I am completely useless for anything else. The […]
2020: the things that didn’t suck.
I am writing this as little tiny snowplows rove across my deck, looking for sunflower seeds and peanuts in the several inches of snow that […]
Lots of things.
I don’t see especially well, and much as I’ve always loved space, telescopes therefore have never been that appealing to me. I timed a long […]
Our December so far.
I am marching forward on this freelance project, and loving it. I can’t really go into details except to say that it’s for a new […]
A day late, the week in review.
The whole week felt randomized and blurry, as though I was seeing through a fog of some sort. I still am on schedule to complete […]