Normal
As you waken to the world By the light of the morning sun Cool winds waft through the air Delightful scenes unfold before you Everything seems calm For it is not yet started.
The Rain in Spain
A short piece of fiction, after a long period. It's dialogue driven. SPOILER ALERT: There is no rain in the story!
How To: Waste Time
Hello and welcome! We are gathered here today at this purply blog to learn How To Waste Time. Now, if you are a regular visitor, or reader, of this website, and especially, its blog, we must first, not only commend your patience, your perseverance and your dogged insistence on wasting your time, but also applaud your yearning for learning. If you are a first timer here, well, we shall see what can be done for you. In either case, I am sure there's more to learn in this world, and learning never ends, so there will be more for everyone here, as we get started on How To Waste Time. As an added bonus, free of charge, for an unlimited time, while stocks last, or this website stays up, I shall also teach you "Why You Should Waste Time." How's that for a bonus, eh?
Fruitful Work
Fruitful Work And so it came about that I, bored from lack of paying work, tired from a year of travelling, walking uphill, downhill, along streams, lakes, tiled streets, cobblestoned avenues, gazing where the daffodils were, probably, blowing in the spring, in places as diverse as The Eastern Townships, The Bruce Pensinsula, Lisbon,…
Recovery and Restart
What a week that was! A time for recovery, mostly. And a restart that didn't quite go to plan. Recovery As some of you know, I got back last week from the longest vacation I have ever taken. It required more than the usual amount of planning, more than the usual amount of…
A sunset and a dream
Fiction Lake Huron swallows up the setting sun A Poetic Start The rays of sleepy Sol, orange and pink and shades of red, shone like a blanket of tulips seen from afar, waving ever so gently, caressed by zephyrs in the gathering dusk. Pink tinged feathers of clouds striped the fading blue…
Modesty
This Thing Called Modesty Prologue I started blogging in 2008, mostly short, tentative, stuttering posts. In 2010ish, blessed with some free time away from work, I was encouraged to write, so I sat me down and began. The lesson was swift and cruel. I found I had no idea how to write. Most…