Reading in the shed this morning. It's a piece in the Paris Review by poet Ross Gay about the delight of loitering even when you are aware that in American culture loitering is a crime. Gay's definition of loitering is a broad one that includes everything from dawdling to frittering away to hanging out. I … Continue reading The Joy of Doing Nothing
The shed has been filled lately with haiku writing, the finishing touches of a memoir manuscript I hope to shop later this year about walking the dog (Really, that's what it's about. More on that at a later date), and new work on a new novel. Sounds like I'm being productive, doesn't it? Well, that's … Continue reading When Is It Done?
I am reviving the shed this morning, giving it its life back, The power strip borrowed to help my in-laws with a electrical and water issue at their condo during the Midwest's Polar Vortex has been returned and I'm re-plugging in the lights, the coffee maker, and the heater and reclaiming a space the frigid … Continue reading Haiku Kick-Start
The space heater chugs, strains, and is mostly worthless. The bitter weather in the Midwest has limited my shed time. The heater emits warmth, but it's not able to overcome temperatures that can't reach beyond 6-degrees. There's no fault in that; anyone can understand. I do not believe in writer's block. Never have. But I've … Continue reading Frozen in the Shed
Lately, I have been studying some of the writers and books here in the shed for a writing project of my own—reading old classics, modern-day inspirations, and obscure beauties. Some of the books stacked in the shed are used, copies I had purchased in secondhand book stores or off Amazon's used books pages. And these … Continue reading Notes in an Old Book
I've written in thIs space quite often about the books that surround me here in the shed. There are many others in the house. Today, I find myself searching for some I know I have but unsure where to find them, for I am not one of those who keeps my books on library shelves, … Continue reading The Revisit: Searching for that Classic
There are about—oh, let's see—fifty or so books inside the shed. Maybe twenty on a shelf left of my desk and another thirty on the shelf behind me against the back wall. A handful are stacked on the desk itself. Spines and front covers exposed. These are not all my books, just a sampling. And … Continue reading The Trouble with Book Covers