A Storm Passes South

My window is a black rectangle at night.  When sitting on the couch the angle is enough to hide the lights of the town below, and only the cell towers lazily blinking – three red points, two white – on the distant hills that pass for river bluffs in this part of the world are visible.  When the night is overcast, these towers serve as poor substitutes for stars.  Persistent flashes of bright white light observed from the corner of my eye distract me from the television.  There it is again, and again.  Lightning, nature’s strobe light.  A storm system … Continue reading A Storm Passes South

Staring Out A Window

Whenever I’m searching for words I reflexively stare out the window.  I let them tumble around a little in my head before I try and put them on paper or a screen.  This means it looks like I daydream way more than I write, but I prefer that to staring blankly at a pen or keyboard.  When I stare out a window it feels like I might be imagining something.  When I stare at a pen or keyboard it feels like writer’s block.  Occasionally when I stare out the window, I see cool things, such as the storm front on … Continue reading Staring Out A Window

A Beginning

When writing, your first sentence, and your first 100 words, should draw the reader in and hook them. I have already failed at this, because that sentence you just read is an overused cliche that isn’t really interesting to readers despite its undeniable validity to the writing process. Despite this questionable choice, I’m going to keep writing on the assumption that anyone who actually reads this blog post will fall into one of four categories: You’re my mom (Hi Mom. I love you too) You’re a family member or friend who feels obligated to check out whatever I’ve decided to … Continue reading A Beginning