First Draft Done!

That piece I've been working on this week has passed its first draft. It's done. 3,300+ words, good article length. During the review and rewrite process it will probably grow a little bit, but I'm glad that first hurdle is jumped. Now it's off to sit for a few days,...

Bones

Tristan’s crawler stopped on a worn ridge with a view of bones. They had been a metropolis, once, before civilization retreated and the weather went mad; though it was the retreat of civilization, more than weather, that had destroyed this particular city. Elemental forces, time–they’d stripped the skin, though Tristan hardly gave it more attention than a convenient waypoint. It’s former status, the ghosts or history it may have held didn’t matter. Warning chimes sounded, reminding her that this was not the best time to stop and that was it. She silenced them with the push of a button that crunched as it ground particulates into finer substance and sat, listening to the sound of her own breath through a respirator.

Mr. Rain and the Weathermen – done.

Update 12.31.12 -- Here's the link where you can get it: http://goo.gl/SR97S (link opens to Amazon) For several months now I've had this damn reminder on my task list. "Start rewrites!" Busy, busy, procrastinate, procrastinate. I never started that damn list until...

My Obsession With Motorcycles

Since I abandoned this space in early 2013, another friend of mine rekindled my obsession with motorcycles. It literally took one post on his Book of Face page and less than a month later I had bought one. Let's preface this by saying it had been a long stretch of...

Run for Cover

A very tricky part of this "self-publishing" thing is finding covers for the work. I anticipated this, planned for it, but it's still a bit difficult. "Lure" is ready to go, but I need to pull a picture for the cover. Since I take a lot of photos, and many fit what I...

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 Spivey is now in the loving hands of my daughter. He was a faithful steed and I miss him. But I am very happy he is where he is.   Searching... This Spring I will get my next bike. Since I have a habit of researching...

The recent past…in writing

Fall Inventory 2016

Fall Inventory 2016

Fall Inventory 2016

The light changes in September, takes on an edge and a hue that sets my nerves on fire; it’s always the beginning of darkness, reflection, and a certain amount of struggle. This year it’s a little different…life’s a little different because I’ve stopped fighting as much.

Let me assure my few readers that I am OK. This is a process

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Locked, bound, and not breathing…

Locked, bound, and not breathing…

locked, bound, and not breathing…
Being Bipolar, depressed, having anxiety, agoraphobia, etc…it’s being shut in. It’s being bound up and blinded. It’s panic and terror. It’s wanting to die, quickly (or slowly). It’s craving pain, because that’s an outlet and something to take your mind away from what you’re feeling at the time.

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Forge

Forge

Fear and Hate.
Hate alone is a cowardly thing. Fear is a bit more active, it leads to simple, bad decisions that don’t simply impact the coward; the decisions impact everyone. Combine fear with hate, and a forge is made.

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How Hot is Your Bolt?

How Hot is Your Bolt?

How Hot is Your Yamaha Bolt VX950?

I got a Flir One a little while ago…for, Reasons (they have the iOS version too). As soon as it arrived I got the idea of taking a video of my Yamaha Bolt VX950

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Capture Them

Capture Them

My parents are on a timer, and they’ve both led amazing lives…especially my mom. This week she’s in the hospital and it kind of struck me that, while she’s pretty damn indestructible, she isn’t immortal.

It’s time to get those stories of theirs down, to capture them and archive them, so they’re not lost in the rain.

Riding white water through tunnels in a mountain.

Standing on the beach, watching the cloud rise as the Bikini Atoll was incinerated by a Hydrogen Bomb.

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A Long Time Gone

A Long Time Gone

I’ve been a long time gone…

Not slacking or slouching the time away. The hours spent changing things were well spent. Time passed on planes, travelling to distant lands; time spent building a new, solo company–doing my thing, my way. I’ve been constructing a foundation for “what I want”, but not always able to do the “want” vs. the “need”.

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