Fire & Floods . . .

—From EF— We’ve grown fond of starting our long-haul tours by leaving the Interstate after Reno and driving US 50 to south of Salt Lake City, where we pick up I 70 and keep barreling east. US 50 is a two-lane blacktop, beautifully maintained and majestically lonely....

Misery . . .

—CB— I have a cold and I’m miserable. We’re in the first stage of our month-long tour, having made a hard cross-country drive, 2,800 miles in five days, and now much shorter hops, but I have a cold and I’m miserable. Sunday, an excellent performance of SURVIVAL in a...

On the Road Again . . .

—From EF— I’m thinking turtle or snail, writ large. We’re in the final heave-ho of putting our personal and professional necessities into our Prius, providing ourselves with everything we will need for an entire month’s span on the road, away from our bed, fridge,...

Go, Team!

—From CB— Team spirit. It has a long, well-endowed history in our national consciousness. The team’s down thirty points in the championship game, the coach makes a stirring half-time speech, and the downtrodden losers come roaring back. The Marine squad faces certain...

A Passage . . .

  —From EF— I’ve crossed over. New experience, again. When we’re writing for the stage, or writing a novel, I participate in the creation, sometimes by co-creating structure, sometimes by providing verbal improvisation to develop character or story, and always in the...

—From CB— Two experiences this week bring forth thoughts of how we perceive so-called reality. The first, starting prep for work on the 3rd draft of a new novel MASKS; the second, taking our cats to the vet. The second first: just a routine trip for a standard round...

A Weekend of Music . . .

—From EF— This was quite a weekend. I’m conflicted about it. My heart was out on the squares and streets where people were risking (or inviting) arrest to show their support for basic decency in a flagrantly indecent administration, to do their best to protect actual...

Cuts . . .

—From CB— No way to write anything coherent this week, as we’re immersed in a great vat of prose. Heading out to a four-day music festival on Thursday, but before that trying to finish another edit on a new novel Blind Walls to enter in several contests—deadline...

My Fathers . . .

—From EF— It’s Father’s Day. I’m thinking of two fathers: the Known Father and the Imagined Father. I honor them both, and love them both, in different ways. Those who follow our blog know that just before Mother’s Day, I learned about my birth-mother, and since then...

Galahad’s Quest . . .

—From CB— Sunday was our official book launch for our novel Galahad’s Fool. Perfect venue: Main Stage West, the small theatre in downtown Sebastopol where we produced The Tempest, Drake’s Drum and King Lear. We read from the book, performed a couple of puppet sketches...

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