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Happy birthday, Rachel and Alex.
Somebody’s got a birthday today. No Time For Kings is 12 years old! Geez Louise, in a few more years, it’ll be old enough to drive. Books grow up so fast these days. When my novel was published on August 9, 2011, it was probably the proudest accomplishment of my life. Not counting kids, wife,…
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Whatever floats your goat.
Tara and I were tossing around ideas for things to do today. Kayaking was one possibility. We discussed going to the movies to catch Oppenheimer. In the end, we settled on just hanging out at home because we needed a day to recharge. Not our bodies or minds. Our electronic devices. Seriously, when I got…
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Expiration dates aren’t expiration dates, but woodchucks ARE groundhogs.
I was reading a blog post yesterday in which the author, Kari (aka Writer McWriterson), talked about how she never checks expiration dates in grocery stores. Kari, by her own admission, “blindly trusts corporations to put things on their shelves that haven’t expired.” Eternal optimist though I may be, I absolutely do not trust corporations…
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Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.
Friday morning, as I was out on my daily walk, I couldn’t help but think of that old adage, Red sky at night, sailors’ delight; red sky at morning, sailors take warning. Because when the sun came out, the sky was blood red. The rhyme has become a rule of thumb, used for weather forecasting…
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Knee-deep in the hoopla.
I posted something kind of controversial on Facebook today, and a friend commented, We will agree to disagree. I’ve never liked this phrase. In fact, it’s awfully presumptuous, if you ask me. I disagree that we should agree to disagree! The Taurus in me will have none of this peaceful compromising stuff. My way or…
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Channeling the Aloha Spirit with brisket and Chris Stapleton.
Saturday was TobacCo’s company picnic. Naturally, even though we’re in the midst of a drought, half an hour after we got there, thunder began rumbling. Then it started pouring rain. (As opposed to…milk? Rubber duckies? I guess I could have just said “pouring,” but I digress.) Fortunately, we had a covered shelter. It got pretty…
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