It’s day 23 of National Blog Writing Month and I’ve not lost my mind or rage quit. So there’s that. As I’m out of ideas to talk about I’m going to write some fiction here and see if it sticks. So there. ******* Thomas Dahl stood outside interview room 001 with black coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. The girl inside the room had required his attention. As a Lieutenant in the Cope Police Department
This is “A Unwritten Letter”. Couple of years back this was a fresh emotion playing upon my heart. This is me writing a letter to the someone to finally close it out. I may do more of these for National Blog Writing Month. We’ll see. Onwards! ****** I wish I could have told you how I felt about you. I wish you could have heard me describe how when I looked into your eyes I felt as I’d come home
I podcast to talk about “When God Kills Me.” The man I talk about is Mark Harp. His obit is here and his website is here.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. That line comes from the famous tome “A Tale of Two Cities” and it’s a book I confess to never having read. I’m not sure how I escaped it through my high school career and limited college experience, but I did. I recently ended my employ at a nearby metro hospital. I had worked there for five years serving on day shift, night shift and overnights. There are
Well, it had to happen. Miss enough days – punish myself via youtube.
I just got done recording a over five minute video punishing myself for missing so many National Blog Writing days. It’s possibly the most terrifying 5 or so minutes I’ve recorded and that’s saying something. I explain in the video – but the short story is that work, sleep schedules and third shift have all been getting in the way – and that’s just fine. Life isn’t meant to be easy or simple. It’s an adventure. It feels good to
Every year. Every year I do this thinking, “This year I can do it without having to catch up.” And every year I end up behind the eight ball cursing the keys my fingers run desperately across. It’s the way of the keyboard and you would think I’d eventually figure this out and accept it. But you’d be wrong. I’m still missing day four and the fact that I’m still talking about it means that it’s going to stick in
I have a fellow Christian friend who also writes about her Faith and reading her posts always makes me smile and fills me with hope. She’s a new Christian and has taken to writing about her journey. Why does her writing make me smile and fill me with hope? Because whenever I think I’ve screwed up, lost my way or failed my God I read her posts and realize we’re in the same boat and not alone. Her youthful tenacity
Welcome to day six. Also known as another catch up post in which I try my very best to keep up with National Blog Writing Month and fail fairly well. This year I’m focused on getting to the finish line with 31 posts and if that means playing catch up every single week, I’m going to find a way to accept it. Sunday’s on my previous NaBloWriMo were sometimes reserved for theological thinking – something I do enjoy writing about
Well, I missed day four. Criminy. I’m sure somewhere there’s an angel who has lost their wings and that Baby Jesus is crying his eyes out. Despite all the pain I’ve caused the world by neglecting one day of National Blog Writing Month – I shall carry on.