Tips for Writing
Write with your eyes closed. Narrow your focus. Don’t think further than one word or one sentence. Burrow into your writing. Go back into your writing, find a good place, and expand upon what …
Dog Terrorist
Wendy slept in this morning. It’s the second-to-last weekend of the official summer—that season between two national holidays that completely surrounds another. Yesterday, we did little but hang …
Top News of the Summer
This is the first journal in a long while. Somehow I got off the track. I think the great weather has distracted me from writing. Suffice it to say, I’ve had a great summer. Computer problems …
Writing to an Invisible Audience
There are still new goings on at work. I lost one team member before, but as of this week I have two new ones, and a bunch of new responsibilites. I haven’t felt this much excited exhaustion …
Stress Kills
I had a good talk with Wendy last night that started with me trying to wiggle out of taking a week off in June. Things have been really busy at work—I’m hiring for an open position while helping …
Mom Screaming At the Cake
Went out to see mom for her birthday. Wendy and I put together a party for her, and it all went off pretty well. Wendy did a great job decorating with balloons and a banner, and there was more than …
Happy Birthday, Mom
Wendy and I have organized a birthday party for my mom with about 20 people coming—neighbors and some family. Yesterday, we went to Mom’s favorite Japanese place in honor of her real birthday …
Good Morning Sunshine
I woke up this morning and sunlight was reflecting off the trees outside my window. It was stunningly beautiful: The bark was orange and behind it, the sky was blue. Hopefully it will mean good things …
Java Junction (formerly Mitches Java & Jazz)
When Mike and Jenn moved up to Newhall from the valley, we used to come up here a lot. It was started by a former NBA player, but since then has changed hands a couple of times. I’m just glad …
Oviat Library, CSUN
Being in campus makes me think that it is natural and right to do this, to rebraid the frayed ends of memory to the reconfigured present. We all mourn for what we gave up. Here, at my alma mater, I …