I’m pulling the topic of today’s post from a book I got a while back called 301 Writing Ideas. I’ll just pull the first prompt.
What is a day that you wish you could relive?
(more…)Category: Autobiography
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July 4, 2023
I need to eat more often. When I wake up, I’m already jumping at the bit to get going. I’ve got no deadlines to meet or people to see. One of the greatest things about the summer months is the freedom to do what I want with my time. But, I’ve overcome with a false sense of urgency, a need to get moving, to make up for the time lost during the last ten months.
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June 21, 2023
I was at a wedding over the weekend. I didn’t know anyone other than my girlfriend and a few of her friends. Needless to say, I met a lot of people.
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May 18, 2023
There are a few things around the house that my dad asked me to help him with, things he can’t do because his leg is still recovering from surgery. Normally, he’d just get them done. He’s a handy guy.
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Scriptus 2022
I didn’t get up as early as I would’ve liked to today but I still made it to Scriptus, a stationery show. It was quite nice, save for the number of people filling the room. I bought one thing — a folio for storing pens. The show (more of an exhibition, really) was a good reminder that I’m only scratching the surface with my fandom.
And, I received another care package from my mom today.
It was a pretty good day. It’s a shame that the weekend is over.
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20 Years from Finland
A kitchen timer is an indispensable tool.
I don’t have one. Instead, I use the timer on the stove. It works well because it’s digital. Although, the smallest available unit is minutes, which is sometimes too long.
I digress.
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I Have Poor Sleep Hygiene
21:27 May 9, 2019
I’m waiting in a windowless room. It’s a small room with a single bed, which has been nicely made with a blue comforter and white fitted and flat sheets. There is one pillow on the bed, in a pillowcase that has been bleached white. I’m sitting on the only chair in the room; it’s a chair that you would find in any waiting room. The cushion is also blue. There is a small black space heater next to the chair. It’s the type that looks like a fan, circular with false blades on the screen.
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Still Waters
I've been going through some old boxes, looking for my old journals. I came across this little ditty from 1998:
The peace and serenity of still waters
Calms my mind and sets me free
I have no more pain and am released of sorrow
My heart can cry and my soul can run free
The tears will never fall from my eyes
Because the strength needed to shed one tear
Only exists within my heart
This strength is powered by my love for you
If by chance a tear shall be shed through my eye
Because of deep sadness within my soul
The still waters will move
There's more. A lot more.
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Where I Live: Mariposa
This is the first story, in a short series of stories, about my experience in Mariposa. So, to kick things off right, I’ll begin with where I live.
From the outset, please be aware that any facts I state, about anything, in this or any of the pieces about Mariposa are all coming straight from my head, and may not be true.
I don’t know whether you know Mariposa. If not, it is of no consequence, for if you know Canada at all, you are probably well acquainted with a dozen towns just like it.
Excerpt From: Stephen Leacock. “Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town.” iBooks. https://itun.es/ca/_ZEZD.l
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Do You Still Keep the Scars on Your Wrist?
I have seven fading scars on the wrist of my right arm. I put them there, twelve years ago. I used cigarettes. I used to smoke menthols.
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A Quick Word About My Father
I haven’t written much lately, despite having a good number of drafts waiting to be finished. My life has become busier than I ever expected it could be, and I’m treading water, desperately trying to keep afloat. Today, however, I would be remiss if I didn’t take the time to acknowledge the great man in my life – my father.
This post will be terse and incomplete, but then, how can I ever write enough about praise about the man I admire most? I’m hopeful that the future will present me with enough time to sit down and write all that I would about him.