Two items to check out this week that can help any writer on their journey. One more technical, the other is just plain fun.
There were tears.
It's basic human nature to size yourself up against other people.
This is painfully true among writers.
Join me as I embark on this new blog series. Even if you're not a writer, feel free to read it for the entertainment value (if there is any, LOL). And, please, share it with the writers in your life. My goal is to write a bi-weekly blog, because, you know, I have nothing else on my plate (LMAO). Let's see how long it lasts.
Full disclosure, I was bored with the game and decided to blog while I waited for the commercial breaks. LOL
End of year is coming.
Do you see it? It's right there, waiting to slap us with all its finality and such.
Is it just me or does it seem like once you hit a certain age, every medical commercial on television is somehow personally aimed at you?
You always know this day will come. As my 12-year-old nephew reminded me recently, you sort of sign up for it from the get-go. Wise words, kid. Wise words.
Patience is the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset.
At this concept, I fail brilliantly.
I had always been a reader. Thing is I can't remember when I stopped.
First thing: It's been entirely too long since I've posted a blog.
First, let's start off the year on a "positive" note.
In prior years, this would be my down time.
So...where do I begin?
On this Labor Day, I thought I'd actually do a little "work".
What I learned at Lollapalooza 2014:
We old. The end.
On July 1st, I'm off to camp for the second year in a row.
Not an actual pitch-a-tent, mosquito-filled camp--more like "virtual" camp.
While I'm too young to remember the show Dragnet, "the story you are about to hear is true, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent" can still be found as a common disclaimer when real life infringes into a story being told.
In celebration of Father's Day, I thought I'd re-run this story about my dad. I originally performed it at Mary's Attic with the group "You're Being Ridiculous" and while I may have embellished on some of the details, a lot of what you'll read is true. So, here's to my dad on Father's Day.
Over the weekend, in a neighborhood that was once the bookmaking hub of Chicago, the Printer's Row Lit Fest kicked off. Booksellers, publishers, authors, and literary/cultural organizations gathered under tents while panels and speakers presented within the confines of the Harold Washington Library and Jones Prep College on Saturday and Sunday.