First things first. I finished my novel(la) and it kinda makes everything else I need to do this month seem embarrassingly easy. One act for Instant Theatre tonight? Cinchy. Three short stories by October 15th? That seems like a year away, considering every spare moment for the past two weeks has been devoted to my mystery within a mystery within a mystery. (Yes! It’s true! Are you intrigued?) Rough play for October 8th (with a scene for showcasing October 7th?) {Read More}

An open letter to the stupidhead who stole my bike: Dear Sir or Madam, You seem to have mistaken my lime green bike for something that you should have. This is not the case. I would like it back. Maybe you could bring it back to the place where you found it? Allow me to jog your memory…you know, the place where I pay rent and you do not? Did you not see the 1981 City of Greenfield, WI sticker {Read More}

I am so sorry. For real real. My method of writing (stories, plays, etc.,) is generally “plunk, plink, typetypetype…nap.” (Not blogging, for these works of art pretty much write themselves.) But lately, faced with timetables, deadlines, upcoming events where I need an actual script in hand and so forth, I’ve been forcing myself to sit and write through the boredom, write through the finger cramps, write through the days of having nothing to say whatsoever. This makes for one unhappy {Read More}

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while…I’ve got a crazy amazing chance for all of my little nerd dreams to come true. I’ve already said too much. It involves writing. And quite possibly meeting the ultimate person for me to meet, ever. Okay, NOW I’ve said too much. (Plus, I have some writing deadlines for actual plays, short stories, legitimacy. But you can see where my priorities lie.) This past weekend was a very adult one. I don’t mean that {Read More}

It’s Thursday, so that means it’s Wacky Transit Day! We had a strong opening, what with the coiffed bleached-blond loony who kicked things off. He stumbled onto the Western bus and almost fell backwards onto the lap of an elderly Hispanic woman. Did I mention he was wearing a skintight tee shirt in the style of the ‘Chicago’ script? (The band, not the city.) Well, he was. And instead of ‘Chicago,’ it scrolled ‘Chocolate.’ If only that had been his {Read More}

…is that like oysters on the half shell? Or Crab Louie? Yum. Well, the weekend did not start off with a bang. In fact, it began with the fear of food poisoning or perhaps the Bubonic Plague. I actually left work early. I never go home sick, possibly not since the 11th grade has this occurred. (You see, our dinner plans for the night before had fallen through and it was getting on eight o’clock…and P.J. had this Buy One {Read More}

Ah, transit. How we hate ye. But since we all have places to go and since cars are bad for the environment and our wallets, AND since they haven’t yet invented those pods to zip you around places individually, (An actual conversation- “How would they know where to go?” “Oh, they’d have certain paths.” “What if you ran into someone else in your individual vehicle?” “You could link up and follow other pods.” “…Like a train?”), we must take public {Read More}

I’d like to proclaim a moratorium on all songs about how to enjoy music, if that’s okay. To me, listening to a song is kinda personal and I’d like to keep implicit directions out of my experience. For example- The Lovin’ Spoonful’s ‘Do You Believe in Magic.’ The line “…don’t bother to choose/ if it’s jug band music or rhythm and blues/ just go and listen…” You mean, I can just select ANYTHING? And listen to it? Nice. (On a {Read More}