Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Rain Tern Blues


"Bad dreams.  Nothing new.  Can’t seem to sleep well here.  Just now I dreamt I was back up north again cutting pulpwood for the Frenchman.  In the back of my mind I knew he’d died but somehow he was back and so was I.  It was windy.  No day to be felling trees.  Looking up at a pine blowing back and forth wondering which way it would fall.  Finally cut my notch and started my backcut but partway in I hit fencewire or something.   Tried to bull on through but dulled the chain worse. Turned and started away and the tree cracked and I ran but the dream had me like they do.  Like trying to run through waistdeep water.  When I looked up the tree had twisted and came falling at me and I tripped and woke.  Coldest night so far.  Winter’s coming." 

Read my short story 'Rain Tern Blues' at Revolution John.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Wish Me Luck














They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Most days, I don’t feel like a graybeard, but it’s increasingly clear that if I’m ever to become productive enough to achieve the optimal Markie lifeplan (Surprised Inner Voice: ‘Hey- Lifeplan? Why wasn’t I told?’ Annoyed Other Inner Voice: ‘You were out partying, you damnfool.  Shut up and type.’) then I’ll need to learn to multitask. In all likelihood, I'll need to multitask like a bastard.  Admittedly, this is daunting.  I am a narrow-focus person.  I grind the details.  (Inner Voice: Oh that’s clever.  Admit it: You’re obsessive!’) But I am resolute, and I have a plan.  I will start small, with achievable goals.  Tonight, I will go buy bubblegum.  I will walk home.  On the way, I will unwrap the bubblegum, and begin chewing.  

I am a little afraid, but determined.  Baby steps.  I can do this.  Wish me luck.