Day 3,716: The Year Is Dead, Long Live The Year

Day 3,716: The Year Is Dead, Long Live The Year

Happy New Year, everyone. 2023 was an intense one for me. But a solid one. Not exactly a banner year, or a “banger” as my friend Josh would call it, but a really, really solid year. Hopefully it’s the foundation for a banger this coming year. That’s the plan, anyway....
Day 3,715: Control

Day 3,715: Control

I remember seeing the film Control in theaters. I have no idea what it was about at the time—a friend at work had wanted to go see it and asked if I wanted to join him. I said yes, and dove into the world of Ian Curtis and Joy Division. I didn’t even know he killed...
Day 3,714: No Place Like

Day 3,714: No Place Like

Home. Wiped. Good god I’m so tired. Travel does that! Coops was waiting for me when I got home. All by himself, poor guy, but he’d been taken care of throughout the day. Sweet boy. He was so happy to see me…and now it’s like I never left. He was ready to do nighttime...
Day 3,713: Bonded

Day 3,713: Bonded

Joy is my little companion, now. We’re super duper bonded. My little shadow. She’s often asking now to be up on my lap, where she lets out a big sigh and falls asleep. Even Coco wouldn’t ASK to be on my lap. Not really, anyway. She’d look at me sometimes with big...
Day 3,712: Schadenfreude

Day 3,712: Schadenfreude

It is wild – so much of the publishing world that I’m a part of—a very, very small part, to be sure—is the frontier. It’s messy. Really, really messy. And to be honest, I stay out of it almost entirely. My dragon to slay is not the reputation of self-publishing,...