Pablum

I'm probably going to the oh-life-is-so-great-and-aren't-you-just-FAScinated-by-it well a bit too much lately, but fuckit: that's where I'm at. We just finished a CD of Christmas carols performed by an unidentified British choir, with organ and everything. This was the soundtrack to me cooking and devouring steak frites with a shallot cream reduction and a perky Cab/Shiraz.

Have I mentioned that ten years ago I was fucking up dough in a can? And going to bed on the floor of my room in my crack-house full of roomates?

Oh, late '30s, how I love you.

Thanksgiving 2009

Gatdaymnit, I'm thankful for everything and everyone. The End.

Nibbles and Bites

A major drive on the writing empire building front: I've made the leap from prospecting freelancing graphic designers and advertising agencies to prospecting Fortune 500s. This is a huge point of transition. I'm jumping from practically nonexistent entity to competent agency with a national presence. On a dime, no net.

Shit!

I'm actually not letting the doubt get to me, though. I had never written a four letter direct mail campaign before I did it (twice) for a major environmental non-profit. I had never written web copy for a community college in Michigan or an orthodontist in LA before I did it. So it's all new, and all good and I can handle it.

Really...

No, seriously..............

right????

Friends and Family

Eleven friends, old and new, circling a table loaded with 'cue and drink last night.

Warm sits around the woodstove with my parents, the 200 year old farmhouse alive with the glow of wine and laughter.

Everyday adventures with my wife and best friend.

Now as I'm ten years removed from the point where I emerged from my solitary 20s, I realize just how amazing my life is now. Not perfect by a long shot, but compared to where I was ten years ago? No comparison. It's a great place to be.

Bleak House

Nano yet again, first time since '05. Last time I had a clue going in. Not this time. Should be an interesting ride.

November has arrived, with unseasonable warmth and bright skies. And it's all wrong. Give me gray, give me bleak and morose, and bare limbs stabbing the steel sky. Give me snow! Otherwise, it might as well be...well, not November.

Soon...