a jet whines, winding down for landing
the dog dying or not dying, eating or not eating, coaxing in each bite
open his mouth, throw in the pills, squirt the syringe to make him swallow
mending slowly or is that an illusion
and again tomorrow
One of the things I love about The Internet is how each of us can interact…and interact with the artists and creators we enjoy most.
I’ve really been enjoying Steven Pressfield’s blog. Check out this entry, about his #1 way to foul up as an author/screenwriter:
Or, “Shut Up, Sit Down And Type.” https://altmba.com/charlesstarrett/shut-up-sit-down-and-type/
As pointed out by the inimitable Seth Godin in http://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/114354895/0/sethsblog~SUSDAT.html
I don’t have writers block personally, I just feel guilty when I write here as there are Other Things I Should Be Doing. Those are the things that I should be shutting up and doing.
So, back to the grind.
Challenge question of the day: do you really have writer’s block, or is it something else? If you want to blow through writer’s block, SUSDAT. If it’s no good, that’s OK, throw it away and try again.
My daughter and I are just starting a blog. It’s called “Dak & Daughter Coding” and we’re having a little fun. I’m leaving the driving to her at this point, and she’s doing pretty well! Have a look.
In Iran, they say, there are two books in every household – the Koran and Hafez. One is read, the other is not. To understand this joke you need do no more than join the millions who regularly throng the tomb of Hafez, 14th century poet of Shiraz and Iran’s national hero, as I did […]
Back to it. Been ridiculously busy at work (eek, for two years!), but I need to do my daily writing katas.
Some friends of ours just lost their dog. I think back to what it was like when our dogs died when I was young, and feel the pain again.
Goodbye, Chai. You were most definitely a Good Dog, and I’m sorry you never got to meet our dog Strider. He’s getting older, and I don’t look forward to the day he dies, hopefully a long, long time from now. Goodbye again to Gigi, Terry and Sniffer, my old companions.
Recommended reading: The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein. I read this almost by accident, as I ordered it on my Kindle when I’d intended only to read a sample…and then couldn’t put it down. Sad and joyous, all at once.
I loved the ‘defense of the new’ monologue. It was…refreshing.
via Men Like Trees Walking