Dec 2019 05

As December continues, I was inspired by my summer kite today. It’s still sitting by the door, hopeful and waiting for the flight that never came this year. I am infected by its optimism. 

** A few typos to correct, but this is how we make the sausage **

 

Nov 2019 13

 

I have turned off the public word tap lately.

Not sure anyone noticed. I certainly hope you have more going on in your life than to check a little blog of a Canadian Advertising Copywriter for updates. “I can’t wait for his posts about Bass Playing, Pigeons on Balconies of Parkdale, or the double slit experiment and its results possibly supporting the Simulation Theory of consciousness.”

I like to write raw, and honestly, and that can be emotionally draining. I think that’s why some of the most prolific writing periods for me have been during crisis like family illnesses, or personal struggles.

So in a way, my lack of posting is perhaps a good thing. Nothing bad is happening. If Santiago had caught that fish in ‘Old Man and the Sea’, it’d be a boring read. So, no I’ll save you from all the positivity for now.

Cocooning. Dormant. Slumbering. Have planted seeds that will sprout soon, but actually really enjoying my work as an Advertising Copywriter again. I’ve had the good fortune to work for some fabulous advertising agencies the last months, on interesting projects.

Words have been good to me for my whole life. They’ve educated me, kept me company and inspired my imagination, and eventually they gave me a career. I like to boast they are my playthings, but really I’m the one at their mercy. I continue to be in awe of their power and tread lightly when I try to find new ways to harness their energy. It’s a good relationship, but one I will treat delicately.

If you are one of the five or six people that comes here, the writing will be back.

And if you are an advertising agency looking for a scribe, a Ronin Samurai with a pen, please inquire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apr 2019 29

 

 

Let’s pledge
to make

all new glorious mistakes
this week

 

 

 

Apr 2019 05

So, I’m on the streetcar.

Like, right now as I write this.

Every commuter’s worst nightmare just happened – a school trip just boarded. About 20 kids, probably around 10 years old. And they have surrounded me, and have the energy of a thousand curious puppies but with way less charm.

So naturally, I decide to talk to them.

Me: where are you all going for the day?

Girl: Queen’s Park!

Me: (exaggerated yawn) Sounds super exciting (exaggerated yawn).

KIDS ALL LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M NUTS

Me: Well, it’s not Canada’s Wonderland or anything. Am I rite?

KIDS ALL LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M NUTS

I’m putting on my headphones. I have officially become obsolete.

Apr 2019 04

Realized one of my new sober superpowers today.

Apparently I can smell alcohol like a Disney movie beagle can pick up the scent of little Joey who is stuck in a well three miles away.

The big question I had wasn’t around my change in sniffing abilities, but instead was ‘Why is this man 15 feet away from me on the King streetcar bathed in a vapour of Vodka at only 8:45am on a weekday?’

Then I got sad.

The burden those Disney beagles must have carried. They knew so much.

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