Wired for Story

I don’t know about you, but I’m always writing stories in my head. A snippet of interesting conversation, an observation on the street, a song on the radio — my brain will wheel off on a creative tangent. I hear dialogue in restaurants. I imagine plot twists on my drive to and from the office.Continue reading “Wired for Story”

Missing Moleskine

Break out the hound dogs and round of the search party — my Moleskine notebook is missing. This is not a drill; this is a full-scale, four-alarm emergency. Alert the president that we are at DEFCON-2. It’s that serious. If you don’t already know, I love my Moleskine. Sure, it’s a small stack of paperContinue reading “Missing Moleskine”

Rebel Without a Notebook

In dismay, I realized that I’d left my jacket 260 miles away in the closet of my friends Nathan and Danika’s house in Tucson. That would be a minor inconvenience in snowy Flagstaff, but I had another coat, so I would survive. Then, I remembered what was in my inside pocket and began to panic.Continue reading “Rebel Without a Notebook”

Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Body Experience

The following character sketch was gleaned from graphite-smudged pages of my trusty old Moleskine: A young man is bent over a small, black notebook, writing quickly with a black pencil that has a black eraser. His black dress shirt has seen better days as evidenced by the white thread showing at the cuffs and collar.Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Body Experience”

Leaving on a Jet Plane

I spent all morning looking for my money belt and trying to get a week’s worth of clothes to fit into a backpack. It took me a few tries and I had to ditch a pair of jeans, but I finally got the zipper closed. Packing has a funny way of clearing the mind. WhenContinue reading “Leaving on a Jet Plane”

In Praise of Moleskine Notebooks

It is not uncommon to see me pause in mid-conversation and pull out a dogeared black notebook and scribble notes to myself. My friends have learned that this is just one of my many quirks. My Moleskine is almost always with me, tucked into the back pocket of my jeans or the inside left pocketContinue reading “In Praise of Moleskine Notebooks”