—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...

Truth . . .

—From EF— Truth. Why does it matter? Maybe part of it is that when we communicate with each other, we need a level playing field. What you say and what I hear should be at least approximately the same thing. We all fib sometimes, and probably everyone has told a...

The Decalogue . . .

—From CB— Moses brought the Ten Commandments down from the mountain, broke the tablets, went back up for the second draft. I just went to the dentist. Any how-to list carved in stone 3000 years ago, proclaimed by the vengeful god of a desert tribe should be subject to...

Connection . . .

—From EF— There are no words, but I’ll try. I had no blood family except for our kids, and now I have held my brother in an embrace, I have looked into his eyes and seen our mother, our grandmother, our grandfather. My brother’s wife has become my sister. There was a...

A Mother . . .

—From EF— Mother’s Day, 2018. For me, this one is an entirely new ball game. After about 40 years of searching, I have found who my birth-mother was. Past tense, because she’s no longer living, but also present tense, because after I came and went, she made a marriage...

Untrashed . . .

— From CB — Yesterday after gym, I stopped at the coffee shop where I normally write for 90 minutes, walk to the library, write some more, then walk the mile or so home and start the day. Most times, this span is productive, sometimes not, but it’s from this routine...

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