On pretty much any day of the week, I live in fear that I will never finish another marathon and never finish writing another book. These fears usually motivate me, and when I stop having these fears is when they may finally come true.
I am so glad I kept up with the HBO show "The Leftovers." The last 2 episodes were some of HBO's finest pieces of work. Not for everyone, but they hit the emotional mark for me.
I signed up for a fencing class. I am the King-Slayer, I am the Red-Viper, I am a wildling and bend the knee to no King. I, my friend, am also not left-handed.
The current story I'm trying to write features a comatose patient being given some LSD. Research on what happens in this situation is difficult.
I fear ISIS more than Al-Qaeda.
When the kids go back to school, I feel more productive. Starting my day making breakfasts and packing lunches gets me in an industrious mode. Then again, I'm a confused, unorganized mess much of the time. This part is all year long.
I run on the treadmill not only to deal with 85 degree heat, but because I fear the cement streets will eat me up. Treadmills are softer on the legs, but falling back on them too often is going to make me soft.
If I have gone for a run and not thought of something to write or I have not changed my emotional state, then it was a failure.
The Michigan State Fair, in its current state and location, is a nasty place. The Renassiance Festival in Michigan is a wonderful place. Choose wisely.
I've been running to the music of Led Zeppelin lately, partly inspired by Grey Matter's new submission call. It is good to know that listening to Led Zeppelin 4, side 2, an hour into the run, produces a similar effect as listening to it an hour after taking LSD (and not in a coma).
A review on Amazon and Goodreads called me a psychopath for writing On the Lips of Children. I love this passionate review, but, what is lost is that so often dark fiction writers have the finest hearts around. I hope some read the book and think of the power of the human spirit and what we will endure for that which we love.
By the way, if you read the book and liked it, the review called you a psychopath too.
I am training for the Disney marathon, but I fear that the joyful tone of the place will soften up my mojo. Hard to dig deep into those dark places of your heart and pull out your most primal shit at mile 21 to the tune of "Its a Small World" and while talking selfies standing next to Goofy.
The whole family is going to see Wicked when it comes to Detroit in December. Can an 8 year old and 10 year old fully understand that everyone is the hero of their own story? If nothing else, the message of transcendence, friendship, being true to yourself and true beauty, and an appreciation of the theater may follow.
Runwell, an organization that links running to addiction treatment and which I am an advocate for, is sprouting its wings and growing. Expect to see it in more and more places. Like at your front door. Right now.
I have a pretty strong man-crush on the blogger The Boring Runner. He is fast as hell, the funniest running blogger anywhere, and he takes some super hot topless selfies. And he's coming to run the Detroit Marathon. I wonder if he'll sign my calf with a sharpie?
I'm loving the Kindle Select program on amazon, both as a writer and a reader, but I have found a glitch in the system that lends the program to a bit of scamming. I would say what it is here, but the 2,000 pound amazon gorilla should not be angered for the beast has been so good to me.
Too late. The gorilla is knocking at the front door. Right now. Got to go.