Category: The Black List
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Yesterday kept me from typing. Today, if I don’t do it right now, will do that same. A couple of doc appts. A wake. Driving practice. Tumbling from one thing to the next. While the world falls apart. Could just repeat the Han Solo dialogue from the prison block in Star Wars. (Sorry, I’m not…
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“Retire 17.5 years early by moving to Portugal!” That ad popped up in Instagram first thing this morning. Ah, yes please? No, I don’t speak Portuguese, but … I can learn enough to buy groceries, order from a menu, and get bus and train tickets. Plus, five years and you can become an EU citizen!…
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Hard to avoid the medical nonsense at the moment. Getting the PICC line out as soon as someone figures out the orders. I cannot adequately express how much I’m anticipating this. I have had to sit here and watch the muscle melt from my bones, what little cardio I had left evaporate. I can do…
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First, “The Belonging Kind” is a Gibson short story in Burning Chrome. And it’s a trip. It’s probably a metaphor for what I’m about to discuss, but he’s smarter than I am and can be more circumspect. Do you feel the need to belong to a group? Like, do you need a group to define…
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And here we go. Been to the doc twice today. Seriously. Every day this week. Wtaf. I’m ready to be done. Then head to the gym. Well, not that fast. I need to set up the bike trainer again. And get my home resistance workout ready to go. Because I’m so out of shape, if…
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Started up Spotify, which picked up where I left off yesterday. “Disgustipated,” by Tool. Nevermind it’s funny. “These are the cries of the carrots. Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses!” That’s only half the reason I like it. The other half is the percussion. Danny’s a genius. Has to be one of the best…
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This getting old shit sucks. I understand my generation’s parents are getting to the age where they get replacement parts and augmentations. Possibly courting mortality. Oof. Mom had a hip replacement Monday, so we’ve been busy. Yes, she’s up and moving already. With a walker, but still. It is what I expected. She gave me…
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Favorite cover of a song. Go! I don’t have favorites of anything, really. I like lots of things, and depending on the mood, sometimes something climbs to the “favorite” spot. Ephemeral Favorites. I’m overusing that word. Was listening to Ruelle’s cover of “Where is my mind?” Was playing when I started typing, anyway. Last night,…
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Always start off with the most ineffective opening line you can. That gives readers a ready excuse to bail. “Nah, man, that first line was boring as fuck. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” A lot of my opening bullets are crap. Because I’m trying to get my brain working. My fingers moving. Why do…
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Back in creative writing, Vollertsen demanded we cleanse our writing of cliches, and rote turns of phrase. Like I said, I probably learned more about writing from him than I did any of my instructors in college. Weaver told me I needed to use bigger words. “Shibboleth” Irrelephant. The one I’m about to throw down,…
