Baby Steps

As I plow further into 2018, I’ve been thinking a lot about how progress is made. Sometimes I find myself getting impatient with everything from how fast the tea gets hot to why I haven’t finished that short story yet. (Not to mention traffic and waiting three light-cycles to get through the left turn.)

But I’m coming to settle into the fact that everything happens in baby steps, and sometimes you can’t even see that you’re moving forward until you stop to look back at where you came from. When I get frustrated with myself about why I’m not skipping and sprinting (yet), I try to remind myself that it is impossible to do those things until I take all the baby steps.

And I’m beginning to think that, at least with those Big Life Goals, baby steps are all there is.


Beaches and Things

Happy Tuesday, everybody!

Apparently I’ve become a poet — maybe next, I’ll turn into a frog! I’ve been looking for a lighthouse (painting? picture? paperweight?) for a little while, and it prompted this.

Thanks to Dual Coast Magazine for helping me share “Beaches” with the world. “From behind us, a beam of light sweeps the black milk sky.”


Channeling my inner middle-school boy

Hi to new and long-time readers!

Some of you may have heard, but I’m very excited to be part of Word Riot‘s latest issue with “Ashes on Cape Cod” — “I asked Jenny to be my girlfriend at lunch on the third day of seventh grade, after math class…

In other news, the kitchen smells of baking olive and rosemary bread, the dog’s asleep on the couch, and I’m getting ready for the first day of school.

Happy August, everyone.

Books and babies

I’ve been measuring time spent writing my current novel manuscript in imaginary unborn babies. Lately, they both seem about the same amount of effort and energy.

I’m now up to about a baby and a half.

In past years, I’ve gotten excited for NaNoWriMo, though I’ve never completed writing the Herculean 50K words in one month. This November, my goals are not a word count, nor anything so definite as a deadline (that makes that lovely whooshing sound as it passes by). I’m just going to keep my head down and stick to my mantra BIC-HOK (thanks, “Writing Excuses” team). Butt in chair, hands on keyboard, at least a little bit every day.

When I first started working on this manuscript a baby and a half ago, I thought I would be done in a few months. As each month passes, I get better at taking the long view.

Also all of my cells are vibrating for the release of Brent Weeks’ Blood Mirror. If you’re reading this, you should read it (and those in the series before it).