Writing – Page 2 – Out of Focus

Writing Remains Hard: The All-in-One Sequel, Remake, and Reboot

Hello. Anyone there? I’m back. Or, am I? Hard to know. I’d like to think so, even though I’m not sure what being back means; what I’m back to; what the results might be. Hell, I started this post two weeks ago. I spent a lot of time away from it, thought I’d finished it,Continue reading “Writing Remains Hard: The All-in-One Sequel, Remake, and Reboot”

Jumping back into the pool: Writing is hard — an “Uh-Huh” moment

Several years ago, I started having not-quite-epiphanies: Moments of realization in which something I already knew becomes consciously absorbed. I was not having giant light bulb moments; these weren’t sudden ideas that popped into my brain out of nowhere. Rather, I experienced flashes of clarity on subjects not foreign to me. I wasn’t exclaiming, “A-Ha!Continue reading “Jumping back into the pool: Writing is hard — an “Uh-Huh” moment”

The Ninth Annual Birthday Post: Another first (on my third Jack Benny Birthday)

If a blog sits dormant, seemingly abandoned, without a new post, is it still a blog? I’ve had a few big firsts since I last officially visited this space one year ago today. I’ve had several drive-bys here, but until now, have not stopped and left anything behind. Maybe not as important as some ofContinue reading “The Ninth Annual Birthday Post: Another first (on my third Jack Benny Birthday)”

Shana Tova — New Year’s revisited; Back in focus (yet again, for reals, etc)

Late last year, amidst all the media attention on the concluding decade coupled with the annual exercise in breaking the best-and-worst of life and culture into 365-day chapters, I wrote about the camel-back-breaking-straw to my 2009 and Aughts. Over the ensuing three weeks, I patiently waited for the new year and decade to arrive. InContinue reading “Shana Tova — New Year’s revisited; Back in focus (yet again, for reals, etc)”

“$18 MILLION”: GNAWING ON WOOL ISN’T SO BAD (EVEN IF THIS PUN IS)

I’m not completely sure what compelled me. I’m not actually a performer, or at least, not an actor. I learned that years ago, even before going to UCLA as a theater major. In fact, in high school, my theater teacher sat me down one day to tell my why he wasn’t casting me in theContinue reading ““$18 MILLION”: GNAWING ON WOOL ISN’T SO BAD (EVEN IF THIS PUN IS)”