The sweat tastes of her salt, of course, but also of the chalk that dusts her palms. The room feels warmer than it should right now. She should not be quite this tired, not yet.
Her arm reaches out and curves around cold metal. It gives and pulls both with and against her, balancing her movement,...
Sometimes, the writing can scare me.
There is a moment immediately after the creation of art, art in any medium, where one can notice the expanse of what has just emerged. Is that awe? Not fear. I guess I find that awe to be scary in a way.
Is that mine? Did I do that? Those questions are okay.
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I find it hard to disengage for the sake of silence. And this is true even though I appreciate the silence once I am there.
The world of distraction is just so easy, so simple, so few clicks away. And, for me at least, embracing the Luddite life tends to leave me too much of a hermit for me to bar...
As I wake to write once again, I find that all my mind can focus upon is the strike. Creatives and the studios built upon dreams — dreams sold or licensed to those who saw in them the possibility of profit — locked, not in a dance, not even a trudge; more of a slouching wobble. A crooked motion, h...
More mirror than window is such an eloquent way to put it. The more direct the light we shine upon one another, the more we see ourselves reflected there. That light is to loud, too insistent, too focused to learn much about them, leaving us to perceive ourselves shown back at us.
I just lit what is likely the last fire of the season. I primarily warm my home with a heat pump these days, but on occasion, the pump needs a bit of an assist, so kindling a fire fills the bill.
Starting a fire has become second nature. I know what to put, where to put it, how to space it all. I...
I took a day off from journaling yesterday, just one day, it shouldn’t have really been an issue. But, this morning, I felt resistance get between me and the page in a way that felt familiar to me a little more than a month ago.
It wasn’t a conscious decision not to journal. The day just had too m...
“The fact that [AI]’s specific output cannot be predicted by users makes [AI] different for copyright purposes than other tools used by artists.”
They were specifically talking about the art-making AI, Midjourney in this ruling, but as a precedent, what does this mea...
Winter just fights to hold on, and does not go gently. Even a mild winter, like this one, with only the rarest of harsh, raw days, refuses to retire in favor of spring.
The ground is still hard and grey. Frozen from the year before. Life has not broken through, reasserting itself.
Even so, I rel...
A month ago, I set out to publish a blog post every single day of the month of February. In the beginning, I had no idea what would happen, how it would go, anything really…
I did assume that if I could develop the muscle memory of doing this everyday, that I would find it easier to sit down and e...
Gazing at the night sky, I try to let go of the shapes that I know. Dippers, and hunters, and heroes — bears, sisters, and swans.
I try to relax my focus and invite the night to shape itself.
Without the shapes, the stories can defy words. They are a tale of the moment that cannot be told, only...
Often, I take a quiet hour or so out of my day, and walk a loop up and behind the campus or down to the Connecticut River and back home. And it can be amazing to do this in silence.
My body starts off arrhythmically stumbling out the door and dodging a few cars. but, relatively quickly a pattern s...
Because I have been keeping a journal electronically for so long, I standardized on plain text files. After all, just about everything can read plain text (txt) files.
At one of my first programming jobs, I was then required to use Vim, and once I got the hang of it, it became my prefered way to...
She’s asleep in the next room, just like the old days. My daughter is curled up in a pile of blankets while I type away as quietly as I can manage, hoping to not disturb her. She came out from Boston to check on me. A bit of a role reversal. But the help is welcome nonetheless.
It was often in the...
I like to mono-task, and I like to do it with focus and intention. In my opinion, multitasking is highly overrated. I am never as effective with a divided mind as I am when I can focus singularly.
One of the hardest parts of this for me to manage is distraction. Something comes up that should just...
