“Nearly Nine” on Mash Stories

Update: Nearly Nine on Mash Stories WON!

“Nearly Nine” is a short story I wrote for a contest on MashStories.com. I was fortunate enough to get short listed. This means my story is up on their website for (literally) dozens of people to read. Make sure you’re one of them.

If you’re interested, you can find the story here: http://mashstories.com/nearly-nine/

Feel free to vote for it. (The voting buttons are at the bottom of the page.) Votes factor into the judging process. If you know anyone who’d like the story, share the link or this post with them.

Together we can make this depressing story about a plane crash into a slightly less depressing story about a plane crash because at least those people died for something important.

Visually Repaired

A pair of eye glasses.

Not all of my Christmas gifts for Holli were ready by Christmas. It’s not entirely my fault; I had to make an awesome 2013 Christmas Card first. The final gift to arrive was a desktop calendar made up of photos from the past year of Holli, the kids, and myself. When it arrived, we gathered around as Ian announced every person in every photo. I stood, looking on with pride, holding Ainsley. Suddenly, she grew restless.

Automatically, I bent to set her down. Who am I to deny a young child the adventures of her fancy? In the process of being noble, however, I hadn’t noticed just how close I was to the furniture. I smashed my face into the back of Holli’s chair, bruising my nose, shattering my ego, and breaking my glasses.

We’ve all been there.

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Scheming on a Thing, That’s Exercise Sabotage!

If you perused our 2013 Christmas Card, then you might have noticed I mentioned losing over thirty pounds this past year. One of the largest factors in that accomplishment is the four nights a week I put in at a gym we joined this spring.

The decision, far from being motivated by the altruistic endeavors of better health and greater wellness, was instead predicated on a really good discount we could get through our insurance.

“Light body, heavy wallet,” I always say.

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Welcome, 2014.

There’s something about a beginning that gives people hope. A fresh year brings with it fresh goals for the future. I suppose it’s something innate to the birth/re-birth cycle that such a boundary illicits a desire to transform oneself. Across cultures and centuries, there has been worship of the dawn, whether that corresponding to arbitrary milestones from our trip around the sun, to agricultural events like harvest, or to natural events like the solstices.

I am no less susceptible to this hopeful worship. Caught within the ephemeral energy of genesis, I, too, compiled an ambitious and naive list of goals for 2014, one of which you’re currently being subjected to. I will blog more this year. Gone are the days of wholesale social interaction via weblog, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still serve the purpose of self-regulated, personal publication.

The posting will be weekly. The posting will be myriad. I anticipate the posting will be less journalistic and more editorial than in its history. And, if this is any example, the posting will be pompous and highfalutin.

Just what the Internet needs.

NaNoWriMo 2013

Every year, on my birthday, I make a new year’s resolution. Rather than using the arbitrary January 1st, I use the day that marks the beginning of my very existence to choose to start something anew.

This year, I’ve dedicated myself to writing. While I don’t have anything I can really show people yet, I’m developing a habit of getting words out of my head. Another step in that direction is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.

I last participated in 2006 (and last wrote about it in 2004), so it’s been a long hiatus, but I’m really going for it this year. Novel or bust! Who’s with me??

If you use Lift, you can follow my NaNoWriMo Lift Plan to hopefully arrive at a full-blown novel on November 30th.

You know you’re wife is perfect for you…

You know your wife is perfect for you when she calls you at work to tell you that the Christmas present she got for you came a little damaged, and she wonders if she should rip the DVDs before she sends it back.

Of course, that’s illegal, so I told her “Absolutely not.” And I’m sticking to that.

Letters of Note: For the sake of my conscience

To the Secretary of the

Treasury Washington D.C.

While in the army in 1863 at one time when there was bread being distributed I managed to get two loaves when I suppose it was intended for each person to only have one, therefore in order to satisfy a reproving concience I remit one dollar which I suppose will cover the amt, with compound int, which please drop in the treasury.

$1 deposited

Conscience

March of 99

via Letters of Note: For the sake of my conscience.