I’m coming to the sad realization that I am the most distractible person on the planet. It’s an inflammation of my brain synapses, seems like, that causes them to throb and lead me down sometimes obsessive, sometimes neurotic, pathways. Time is precious, more precious the older I get, so I need a plan of action… Read More My Own Private LaLa Land — Thy Name Is Distraction
Here is an up-to-the-minute moment in my writer’s life: This time of year the sun beams into my office around midafternoon. I love it. Unfortunately, today Luna the Loony Dog discovered the warmth also. On my lap, of course. Lovely for her. And cutesy for me for about two minutes. On the ground again (in… Read More How’s This For Funny?
This morning — resolute and annoyed — I stepped over drifts of shredded toilet paper and into my office. I would not let the mess distract me from my writing duties. I could clean the mess any old time; let it sit for awhile; let the devil cat from toilet paper hell have yet more fun with his… Read More Bum Glue and the Devil Cat