Below, my mostly squared away desk, including the keyboard tray I made from original house baseboards.
I feel like I’ll be able to start writing again, now. I’ve found a cluttered desk is the death to productivity. Read up on it, apparently your brain feels like it needs to check everything in the environment before it can focus on the task at hand.
Or, it’s a hold over from my Coast Guard days, when I had to have my Rescue Swimmer gear organized so I could find life-saving equipment at a moment’s notice in the dark, while dripping wet and slightly hypothermic myself.
Speaking of those days, here is a class photo from Coast Guard Aviation Survivalman School.
….summed up in one photo. Make of it what you will.…
That is all.…
I recently was selected for a Bookbub promotion, which introduced the “By the Hands of Men” series to a whole new group of readers.
Some of the reactions have been just marvelous. I hope I am never so jaded by my progress that I lose my sense of gratitude that someone finds my books compelling or entertaining or perhaps even enlightening.
“I have not committed myself to a six book series as I’ve never believed an author could sustain a story and keep it interesting for that long. I was proven wrong by Roy Griffiths with this series which I found myself finding time to read rather than to sleep. I wouldn’t recommend reading …
The “SmashCut CineFest” film festival happens Thursday. There, I’ll be receiving my “John Milius Screenwriting” award, hosted by Taliesin Nexus, a group of creative folks rather more interested in liberty and freedom than whatever is the woke subject du jour.
I’m hoping I might, just possibly, meet the man himself, the legendary Mr. Milius (whose career I can’t even begin to capture, except to say “Conan,” “Red Dawn,” or “The Wind and the Lion.”). No one’s promised an introduction, and Mr. Milius has been ill recently, but if my life has proven anything to me, it’s that a kid who mostly grew up in Nebraska can – has to – dream.
Still, I’m going to the Dream Factory …
When you hear someone whinging about needing a safe space to shelter them from the trauma of hearing speech they don’t agree with, refrain from the urge to slap them silly, and have them read this article instead.
Saw “Godzilla King of Monsters” with my son last night. There are only 2 possible reviews of this alleged cinematic masterpiece.
Shakespeare: “Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Hobbes: “And people say that foreign film is inaccessible.”