Time but no Motivation

When I had a full-time telecommute gig, I was able to write a 400 page novel in two years, plus the beginnings of several others. I wrote almost every night.When I was laid off, I thought I would spend a couple hours each day looking for new projects, an hour …

Artificially Arid

The engineer spent all day yesterday working on the broken water system. Something called an air bladder expired Thursday night, requiring the replacement of the whole tank, because we couldn’t find just the part, and all of the plumbing pipes and fittings. As long as he was there, the engineer …

Cultivating the Gardener

Bok Tower Gardens, even after a bitter freeze, is a place that inspires me to wonder if a garden is actually the place to find God. The only place that a god seems at home, these days–it’s hard to feel spiritual in the grocery store, or while watching the economy …

Cure is the Condition

I loved stories from the moment I could decipher language, but perhaps I wanted to write my own because I was afraid. When I was little, I could never sleep. I feared cockroaches, monsters, death, fire, ridicule, parasitic infection, and hell. Even as a teenager, I could see a “wolfman” …