Closing Credits

The rubber duck circling the drain tells me it's over.

Remembering When My Best Times Were Behind Me

If you embrace a cliche for your life, might as well go with a classic.  I'm going with forty days..


No desert involved, but there comes a time in your life when a weekend to plan the rest of you life seems like a good investment.  I know what I want and where I want it to happen. I know who I want in my life. I know what I want say and who I want to hear it.

Saturday the Thirteenth

I had a great title that became a great story that I'm keeping. Along with the  Island post, Tortoise post, Island with Giraffe post, and Saturday the 13th.

Having unprotected thoughts exposed when I need the money, is not happening. I think what I'll start blogging is current events. How can that be hard?

Fritos and Beans

The most amazing idea I've ever goosebumped, unless you count the one I had last week, struck this morning. It's Faulkner drinks with Brautigan brainstorming Aesop. Happiness abounds in my soul. So much happiness I dance like everyone can see me, because I'm Presbyterian from Wisconsin and that 's  the best I can do. It feels good like sin and self-expression should.

Happiness and excited pacing around here.

How do protect ideas, Cliff?

Dancing Details

Okaying yourself with Plan B is quitting in advance. It's like planning a bitter divorce before the first date. It's like taking a hat to a haircut. It's like asking your sister to the prom because you're afraid your cousin will turn you down.

It's saying, "I'm not good enough.".

Why fear what you want unless you're engaged to the Wedding Night Strangler? It's all good and it's all easy.

Even this would be if I'd let it. Used to be I'd come up with a title, set the egg timer to fifteen minutes, and post. Now, it takes fifteen minutes to find the right music. Lately Alice Cooper makes me happy.

You know what would make this easier? Pulling the trigger and just making stuff. A couple months under a bridge rallying the Muses and the next thing you know. . .

Bernie. Lots of action on the Bernie front. With so many tales, for so many people, finding the right way to tell his story was a challenge. So he needs books  for different ages. Once wants to speak. Norma Timpkins publishes before she passes or haunts.

Wi-Fi

I     h     a     t     e     m     o     t     e     l     w     i     f     i.

I Cared. Atlas Shrugged.

Much like Anais Nin I will be rewriting past entries until I look good.  Looking good for first impressions is important; cosmetic surgery says you're in until the collagen leaks.

Lots of things to rework, life among them.

Life loves when you discard mistakes and nurture what needs to be. Have I ever mentioned my carrot and stick theory?  I came up with it while I was sleeping in my car one night.  Distilled to its simplest you get get the stick until you chase the carrot  If your butt's getting beat chase what makes you happy.  Being happy is your job and you're rewarded for doing it well

Understanding all the words doesn't mean I trust  the idea. I should, though.  Everything slides into pockets when I chase happy.

I didn't get a paycheck today from the job eating my brain.  I'm not bitter because I see the carrot and it looks a lot like going home.