Dishwater Revelations
As has become custom, clarity came to me as I was elbow deep in hot, soapy water. Doing the dishes is my go-to procrastinating activity. When you’re in a family, there are always dishes which need doing. I have an…
Focus on the Journey
I committed the cardinal sin of writing today: I let myself consider the destination instead of focusing on the journey. As is tradition when I make this mistake, my mindset immediately sank into the bubbling tar of doubts which is…
Click Submit
Your furrowed brow is streaked with sweat. Your heart is racing even though you’re sitting still. Your finger hovers over the button, yet never finds the right moment to strike. Your face is inches from the screen, and you’ve become…
Not All Progress is Measured in Pounds
I know Friday is usually a story post, but I’ve had an epiphany which I need to share. As I swim laps in the ten meter pool that my gym has built, I am constantly pushing myself. The pressure of…
To Blog or Not to Blog?
For those curious as to why The Quill has been sporadic and silent of late, I am writing this post to provide you the answer. Back in February of this year, I was made aware of a rather significant short…
Out of Sorts
Right now, I feel like doing everything but writing. I’d rather be in bed. I’d rather be bowling. Hell, I’d rather be on my hands and knees in the bathroom scrubbing my toilet with a toothbrush. I may still do…
Witchy Eye by David John Butler (Redux)
I have reviewed this work before, but that was a few years ago when my life and my writing was in a different place. I’ve had years, plural, to grow both as a person and a writer since that review,…
After the Silence – Part 9
Some days, I use these posts to share uplifting things. Sometimes it’s funny slice-of-life moments that all parents experience. Occasionally, however, I use this space to share with you my mistakes. Mostly so you don’t have to make them, too.…
Meatsuit Re-Root: I’m a Loser! (Of Weight)
Hi everyone! It’s been a minute since we’ve had a Meatsuit Re-Root on this here blog-space, and there’s no time like the present. In the spirit of playful fun we embrace here at The Quill, I’m going to say this…
What Comes After the Finish Line
In the quiet moments, between my family going to bed and me joining them, I am left with only myself. I don’t mind my own company: truth be told I tend to prefer it. This time is when the work…
