Several years back, I had a tape recorder in the passenger seat. Not for anything important. Song ideas, mostly — I'd get a melody or a line while driving and reach over and hit record and sing it at the windshield. Later there was a little handheld one, and after that an MP3 recorder. Same habit, … Continue reading Out of Tune
My second ministry job came with an office on the second floor, at the end of a hall, away from where the other offices were. The reasoning was practical — they didn't want teenagers wandering through the suite where the grown-ups worked. So they put me and the teenagers up where we wouldn't be in … Continue reading On The Second Floor
I took today off work. Nothing on the other end of it. No appointment, no trip, no reason I could have written down if somebody asked me for one. Up at eight. At Summer Moon by nine. It's my favorite coffee shop— the drip is good enough that you don't do anything to it. I … Continue reading Summer Moon
I've written something here every day since January 1st. The plan was operational. Capture the year while I was inside it — what I did, what worked, what the numbers said. A log. I'm a data guy; logging is a reflex. Somewhere around spring it stopped being a log. The entries got longer and quieter … Continue reading Empty or Clear?
Years ago I sat down with someone I love who was burning out and couldn't hear it from anyone. I pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. The standard kind — blue lines, red margin rule down the left, another one across the top. Everybody who went through American school knows that page. I started … Continue reading The Margins On The Page
David Willis 