
I wrote this during the height of Covid. It was certainly true then, and easy to understand why. I feel like people are loosening up again. I know I have.

I wrote this during the height of Covid. It was certainly true then, and easy to understand why. I feel like people are loosening up again. I know I have.

I’m proud to announce that my poem “Self of Steam” will be published in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology!

Thank you so much to Gabriela Marie Milton for this opportunity!
This waterfall has been dry since spring. But we had about 5 inches of snow melt in a powerful rainstorm. I had a feeling that might have got it going and I was right. We’re so fortunate to have beautiful nature close to home.


I wrote yesterday about enjoying each small success with Tao of Thoreau: each book I sell, the pocket change I earn per edition.
I am developing a philosophy that goes with this: the path of small achievements.
About 5 years ago I decided to start going to poetry open mics. It was so much fun! I got to read my work and get applause, sometimes even hooting (my wife always counts the hoots).
Continue readingEver since I was 12, I saw myself as a writer. Not just any writer, but one destined for fame, fortune and awards.
Well, those sure were impressive dreams. Sadly, my reality hasn’t quite measured up.
It turns out I like my reality better than those dreams. When I refresh the statistics on my Amazon dashboard, I get excited every time I sell a book. So, this morning when I saw this:

It made me happy.
Some days I don’t sell any. Some days I only sell one. Others, I sell a few. Recently I refreshed and the number jumped from 1 to 13! I literally couldn’t believe my eyes. I was so excited.
Forty-seven cents is not drop the mic money, obviously. I intentionally left the price point low. My goal is not the fortune of profit, but the profit that I hope my readers take from the wisdom of Tao of Thoreau. The thought that people I don’t know are reading my book is so much better than my fantasies of fame. These are real people, and real readers. Somehow, that seems bigger than my gigantic imaginings.
