Ice Storm 2026

I was hoping to upload a pic from our recent ice storm but some glitch is preventing me. In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt from one of my favorite short stories “The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. “This is a delightful spot,” he said, “we must ask the Hail on a visit.” So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.” (The Selfish Giant, by Oscar Wilde)

Time Out

 I need a time out. I’ve gone days without reading or writing a single line. Might not seem like a “thing” to you, but if you know me, that might be cause for investigation. So investigate, I did.

Some soul-searching revealed a few factors. Most notably, I’ve experienced a significant job change and not only that, a significant schedule change. I no longer work a standard workday. I am now in a management position at a local hotel, and hotels never close. So in a matter of speaking, I have been working around the clock and that kind of schedule is not typical to me, so I’m learning. And I’m tired.


Another aspect is really twofold. First, I have “super sized” my way through my reading regimen. By this I mean to reference Morgan Spurlocks experimental documentary where he ate nothing but McDonald’s food for a month and how sick he got from eating a limited menu. In a manner of speaking I’ve been doing the same thing by reading bite-sized morsels from a small selection of writers. Second, when I reached five days of non-writing, I knew I was dry. I do not discount exhaustion from my schedule, but what happens if one does not eat? One grows weak. So I assess I am simply out of ammo. 


While I do not believe in writer’s block (as this post implies—one can write anything, anytime), but I do believe the mind needs be fed as the stomach. The spirit, too (my former employer was not kind to the soul and I need some recovery). I will say one tool is helpful and that is talk-to-text, which helps speed composition along. 


Two additional events occurred that also underscore my decision. First, a family checked into the hotel recently and there on top of their luggage was a small stack of books. I applauded the children for reading actual books! The second was interacting with our grandson: I’d rather him see me reading actual books (he loves to join me at my desk when I write) than on my phone or Kindle. Just so you know, we do read at bedtime. His first book was a childhood favorite called “Scuppers The Sailor Dog.” He has his own copy, of course. 


So I just need a little break to rest, rejuvenate, reload. See you soon!

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