Time Warp

June 28, 2010

Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think/
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink/
He shook me up, he took me by surprise/
He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.

That’s how Dr. Frank N Furter (aka Tim Curry) sang about being yanked from one temporal dimension to the next in “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

Late Breaking News

June 27, 2010

My enthusiasm for watching Wimbledon (more like my latest convenient excuse for not writing) waned to almost zero after the “heroics,” if that’s what you call them, between Isner and Mahout. Unless you’ve been in the woods camping with your cell phone turned off or out of satellite range in the middle of the ocean, you must surely have heard about the match that would never end but finally limped to its conclusion three days after it started at 70-68 in the last set. Two things occur to me:

Lazy is Good

June 22, 2010

When I started this blog, I promised myself that I would post at least once a week. It’s only taken me a couple of months (not too shabby) to go back on my word.

This past weekend came and went without so much as a twitch of my fingers or a twinge of guilt over not writing or even wanting to write.

The Imp and Me

June 12, 2010

Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend who is also a writer and has just completed a draft of a memoir he’s been working on for several years.

“I feel a little lost,” he said. “I don’t quite know what to do with myself.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “Downtime makes me crazy.”

Birdemic 43214: Epilogue

June 5, 2010

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about a mother cardinal outside my kitchen window (“Birdemic 43214")—a bird invasion that turned my younger cat Serene’s life upside-down. She nearly poked through the screen trying to get out and stayed glued to the sill, ignoring meals and invitations to snuggle.