What Am I Waiting For?

When I was younger … much younger, my piano teacher told me to not be a procrastinator. I wish she had said straight out to not be a time-waster. That would have been so much more direct and I think, clear. The years have flown by and I don’t have mate, offspring, or vacation home…

Running On Empty

Twenty-fifteen is half over and all I can say is good riddance. I need the second half to be better than the first. My job has become an exercise in torture the likes of which I had not anticipated. This has put me in a funk that has frightened me on a level I have never…

Noir et Blanc

For me simple doesn’t have to be boring. Let patterns tell the story. Take note.

The Write Place

I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a coffeehouse writer.I want to leave the comfort of my tiny Los Angeles abode every day and head for Starbuck’s with my Macbook under my arm.I want to sit in a big leather chair in the best corner where…

Inspiration: Paris

Cafe de Flore: Literary Touchstone I can’t say much for the lemon cake and the coffee seems always a tad bitter.But the feeling of sitting with greatness: priceless

Spotlight

I’m not a front and center person. I enjoy the view from the back of the room. My struggle lately is one of direction.So what else is new?Which way should I go? Am I going the right way? Should I be here? Should I go there?Maybe its because I’m a Cancer. Like a crab, I…

Je Suis

Another Monday night and my head is about to explode. Damned conjugations are going to be the death of me. Merde!