As I have progressed on my serial short story, “Stuck in a Rut,” whose fourth part I wrote on Tuesday, I’ve mentioned that it is based on a song I wrote by the same name. Apparently I wrote it in late 2010. I wrote it and another song, “The Paved Road,” on the same day, …
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Stuck in a Rut, Part Four
This short story began with a song I wrote with the same name. With the song as a base, now I'm making it up as I go along. Tripp told Josie to be standing out front of the Columbia airport – it was allegedly “international” though most of its planes flew to places like Atlanta …
Stuck in a Rut, Part Two
This is the continuation of a short story that itself is a continuation and expansion of a song I wrote. It was four in the morning. Josie Swenson found herself fixated with a full moon casting an eerie glow through the open window in a rundown home near campus. The front faced the soccer stadium …
Peering Past the Humdrum
I didn’t plan to be up this morning writing a blog. A car wouldn’t start across the field, so I got up at 5:30 to give my sister a ride to work. When I got back home, I realized trying to go back to sleep was futile, so I went the other way and put …
Stuck in a Rut, Part One
This is an extension of a song I wrote. It was a Thursday, but she didn’t have a class until eleven on Friday, and then she had to go to Lake Murray to spend the weekend with the family, and next week was Spring Break, so Josie Swenson didn’t see any reason she couldn’t have …
Guard the Kryptonite
I remember my first reaction to watching Tiger Woods play golf. What a rip! Watching Woods swing a golf club was like watching Ted Williams swing a bat, John Elway throw a football and Karl Malone snag a rebound. How does he do that? Another observation was that a man’s body could only take so …
Shoot for the Moon? Hah!
I just stumbled across a troubling fact: It’s been 41 years since a man walked on the moon. Forty-one years! What was the fucking use? This seems emblematic of the failed promises of youth. It’s gone from “where no man has gone before” to “well, we went there once,” like it was a trip to …
Nightrider's Lament 