BurningbirdJust writing
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground. I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I love to write. Writing to me is a shield when I’m afraid and a weapon when I’m angry. It is friend and lover and thief of time. It exposes me and hides me. It is there in the morning, and there in the evening. Of all the chaos of […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Well, now that I’ve had a chance to be a Melodrama Mama, more details. I hadn’t received my royalty check this month from O’Reilly and contacted the accounting department to see what’s up. Well, what’s up is that not only am I not getting a royalty check, enough of the Developing […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The purple dot lived in a land of yellow dots. Though rich of hue, it was mocked by the other dots, which caused the purple dot great sadness. The purple dot tried to change. It sat outside in the sun for days on end, hoping to bleach itself; however, all […]
Lot’s of writing lately. Most of it has been focused on the books (RDF and Unix Power Tools, both for O’Reilly), but I have been making time to write new articles for the BurningBird Network (long overdue). Some of the articles are technical; some are not. Of the non-technical articles, I’m writing about hiking trails […]