Tag Archives: writing

Comfortable Funk

It has been one of those week­ends: rain most of the time, and when not rain­ing, windy, chilly and over­cast. Some­thing about these week­ends makes me slip into a com­fort­able melan­choly. I got out the deck of funk flash­cards and drilled myself: What am I doing? What have I done? Even worse, what haven’t I

We like to fill holes.

I have started more note­books than I can remem­ber. I still find them mixed in with the books, ten or so pages filled and the rest blank, doomed to a life — my life­time — of serv­ing as tran­soms thru which, if you stand on a chair, an ani­mated gif’s worth of my life can