When the Words Came
But meat chicks and fencing by 7 a.m.
But meat chicks and fencing by 7 a.m.
While driving the stretch from Highway 2 down through Hayward to Trego this past Sunday afternoon (with my daughter seat-belted in the back), I was running 59 in a 55…View post
Heading past midnight, up writing. On the book that’s due soon (due to editor…not due in stores/cloud until next spring). Not going super-fast. While dawdling and refreshing Google Blog Search,…View post
Especially the take on “Beth/Rest.” Sometimes a beautiful song is just a beautiful song.* Get too wound up in postmodern ironically-detached hipster deconstruction coolism and pretty soon yer chewin’ yer…View post
The big tent is up for the 25th year straight, and last night there was a soiree. I was allowed onstage in my boots to speak a word or two…View post