I’m wearing: A very old hat given to me by a friend shortly before I moved to Seattle. “It’s COLD up there.” Uh, it’s not Alaska. But thanks? A raincoat from the Tschibo in Austria. It’s got a lightweight zip in fleece vest. It’s soon to be retired. Outdoor Research mitts: I’ve had them forever. …
It’s about two and a half hours by car from our house in Seattle to Vancouver, Canada, and three hours to come back again. The difference is due to the border crossing — the lines into the US at Peace Arch are unpredictable and inefficient. There is little to do but sit in your idling …
Increasingly, newish writers are surfacing in my in-box asking me to read their work and give them some feedback. This flatters my ego to no end — “HA! You think I have something to teach you about writing! HA! That’s HILARIOUS!” A-hem. Hey, anyone who has the nerve to ask me for feedback is probably …
I’m not very good and I shouldn’t sing, not really, but I do anyway. Hey, no one is requiring you to hit “play”. Chords? Those are here.
It wasn’t particularly horrible, not superlatively awesome, but, well, it was okay. I didn’t do much by way of getting stories published, though I did get some nice rejections. I was hired to run a blog and then, when it turned out the company hadn’t budgeted for real pay for writers, things went south, very …
Just a few days ago, I picked up a sprawling picture book about Antarctica. You know the sort of thing, glossy paper, weighs a ton, gorgeous photography, very pretty maps. On breaks from my desk, I flip it open at random and read the spread about seals or tourism or ice or whatever. It’s nice …