Wednesday, November 11, 2015


This took all friggin' day.

More Changes?

Having read through all my old posts, and there are a few gems in there, I'm considering starting a new blog/ website that would be more professional. Appropriately themed past posts could be transferred, but much of the more personal stuff would be left behind. I want to grow an audience for my poetry, not of me.

I'm also looking into methods of distributing those few pieces of previously published works I have kicking around. It's something I'd looked into previously, but now the funds/ technology is much more available.

I's also love to be able to promote works of other writers I've enjoyed. There is no writing without reading.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

It's been, like, 10 minutes and I can't think of a title. Fuck it.

Life upgrade, check.

So, this one time, I wrote a blog. And then, this other time, I resurrected it.

So what's new? Let's see...

-Went to trade school.
-Got an apprenticeship.
-Started cello lessons.
-Bought a car.
-Subscribed to the opera.
-Won a bunch of sheet metal awards.
-Bought a house.
-Installed a pool table in that house.
-I now have an art studio and dedicated writing space. These aren't even the same spaces. Sweet.
-Had my face on the back of a double-decker bus. A bunch of times, actually.
-Was also on some bus shelter ads.
-Adopted a cat.
-Took a ukelele class.
-Finished my apprenticeship and earned my Red Seal.

And now?
Well fuck, I better get back to writing!

And I have. Within the last few months, I've written a good handful of poems and have already added to my growing collection of rejection letters. I've also been attending a weekly poetry reading series in town, taking my place at the open mic to share a poem each chance I get.

And what better way to celebrate this return to writing? By returning to a distraction from writing! Yay, Blog.

Also, I'll be rereading all these old blogs. Won't edit them. But I might be suitably embarrassed? We'll see! Oh, I see I was regaling us all with tales from my trip to Turkey. I never did finish. I never actually finished the pen and paper version of that journal either.... whoops.

Here's my writing space, the built-in office area of the guest room. I should get a decent chair, but there is just something suitably epic about writing poetry on a fox pelt covered love seat...

-Learned to talk like a sailor ('cause I've worked in a shipyard for 4 years, duh)