Category Archives: work
My Morning
The last couple of weeks I’ve been too obsessed with impending deadlines to have adventures or blog about the adventures I wasn’t having. This morning I had a little adventure in spite of myself. Usually I write for an hour … Continue reading
Trustafarianism
Rumor has it that a photographer well known on Martha’s Vineyard coined the term “trustafarian.” This fellow comes from money and has ties to Jamaica, so the rumor may well be true. “Trustafarian” appears in various online dictionaries, like the … Continue reading
Time Change
Last night I was nodding off over an arduous editing job. It was only 8:30. I switched to a somewhat less arduous editing job, thinking it might help me stay awake. No go. At 9:05, I nudged Travvy out of … Continue reading
Overbooked
I do a little dog-sitting on the side. Mostly in the neighborhood. It’s not arduous. It gets me off my duff and away from the computer. What’s not to like? I’m in the middle of a three-week gig looking after … Continue reading
My Afternoon at the ER
Long time, no blog. Can’t blame it on work: two humongous editing jobs just arrived, but for the last couple of weeks “work” has been a less-than-arduous proofread. I’m blaming it on my left leg. A month ago my left … Continue reading
Pen Not for Hire
I write to make sense of the world. I generally don’t write for money. If someone wants to pay me for what I’ve written, hey, fine, no problem, but I don’t write for hire. There are a couple of reasons … Continue reading
Drumming in the Rain
The second of the three jobs that have kept me crazy-busy since Memorial Day has gone home (on time!). Finally I’m getting back to Squatters’ Speakeasy. What little writing I managed to do in June was mostly tweaking and revising. … Continue reading
That Capital “I”
When I first went to work at the Martha’s Vineyard Times, around 1988, I quickly learned to capitalize the I in “island” when it referred to Martha’s Vineyard. Martha’s Vineyard was “the Island.” Nantucket, Naushon, or Manhattan were just “the … Continue reading
I Say It’s My Birthday
. . . because it is, for another couple of hours. Some years I take my birthday off. This year I didn’t. I’m drowning in work. I can’t afford to take a day off — but I didn’t really want … Continue reading
Logistics
Thinking about “getting around,” as in “I use my car mostly to get around” and “If I didn’t have a car, how would I get around?” . . . By the middle of last week, the noise coming from the … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 