These are some of my oldest and best friends in the world. Most of us met in high school, but even Christian (tall guy, curly hair) has been around since 1998, so it’s safe to say we’ve been friends for awhile. We live in various places across the southeast, and I see some of them… Continue reading Old friends

I still seem to be suffering from this accursed writers block. Maybe accursed is the wrong word. I have friends who write for a living; accursed is probably more accurate for them. Still, it’s annoying *1*, but hopefully after this weekend I’ll have drummed up a story or two to tell.  Because I am of… Continue reading Books

It seems that I’m struggling with a little bit of writer’s block. It’s not that I’m out of stories, it’s just that I seem to be out of interesting stories, at least for the moment. I could tell you about the trip to Target this morning. We bought milk, bananas and, on an impulse, a… Continue reading Blocked

I don’t have any large meta-narrative this week. I blame the kids. Here’s some happenings from the Brock household though. 1. After writing over 700 words about the complicated choice of fixing or replacing our oven this week, I realized I’d written over 700 words about replacing an oven. I’m going to attempt to summarize… Continue reading Notes from the home front