Meandering Monday about the Windmills of My Mind

I’m easily distracted. I can be in a conversation with someone, and I’ll notice something – the way two conflicting, different-colored light sources cast crisscrossing shadows, or a cloud that looks like a dragon, or how the swirls of plaster on the wall look like a face. Or maybe a word that I hear reminds … Continue reading →

Meandering Monday about… Meandering about…

Do you ever walk into a room and wonder why you’re there? Let’s say you’re heading to the back closet where you keep paper goods stored, so you can get another box of Kleenex, but by the time you get to the closet, you have to spend time staring at the contents while you try … Continue reading →

Fun Friday: In Search of a Frying Pan of Doom

One of the greatest things about the internet is how it makes it possible to find ANYTHING you are looking for (if only I could figure out how to get people to look for my books… sorry about that self-serving digression.) Whether you want to rediscover toys from your childhood, or find special tools or … Continue reading →

Meandering Monday about What It All Means

I’m not very good at life – or being human. I often joke that I’m not human – the joke goes one of two directions, either my being an Immortal (due to my damnably undeserved good health), or as an offshoot of a StrengthsFinder survey, which showed me to have the following five skills – … Continue reading →

Meandering Monday about Echo Boxes

I was driving to work the other day, listening to the radio. I’m a political junkie, so I tend to listen to talk-radio, which sometimes gets stuck on the topic of the day (or month.) Lately it’s been on the never-ending series of Harvey Weinstein-like revelations. It’s not just talk-radio, the mainstream media can’t seem … Continue reading →

Meandering Monday about Really Knowing

Samuel Clements (Mark Twain) once told an interviewer that he had once had a twin brother, but the two were in the bath tub together when one of them drowned. His parents couldn’t tell them apart, so they decided that Sam must have been the one who survived, but to that day Samuel was never … Continue reading →

Meandering Monday about Making Up My Mind

I think too much. It was/is Sunday, and I was thinking… I was supposed to be DOING something, working on Swordsmaster, or at least writing “Date Night” and “Schitzo the Magnificent”, but my mind doesn’t want to cooperate and send the signals to my fingers for that. I sit with my hands poised over the … Continue reading →