Cat-ching (Catfinition): The sound that results from a cat’s sudden appearance when they hear sounds that could potentially be something for them to eat.

In Use: “Michael barely opened the small bag of fasteners, when Quinn appeared with a cat-ching. Raising his paw, me murmured, “Mew,” the cat equivalent to, “‘Sup?””


Another Epiphany

Had to record another epiphany. This one took place yesterday, at session’s end. Actually, I’d closed up the laptop and bagged it, and was walking out the door, when the epiphany staggered me. I considered opening the doc last night to record it, but the notion was overcome by events.

The doc is called The Epiphany. I created it back when I had that first epiphany. I didn’t think there would be more. It’s a documenting process outside of the clutter of note and snapshots that I began with this novel. I think its sheer complexity drove me to the problem. I’d often attempt to think of this novel in linear terms or straightforward acceptance of past, present and future. No, no, no, you fool! Hence, the epiphany was born.

Originally, there was just one, one important reminder to retain for focus as I wrote. A couple others evolved as the novel developed, and more emerged as I edited the novel. Now, there are eleven. Every day, I open and review them. I’ve considered printing them out and posting them to my office wall, but then additional epiphanies would require additional additional printings, and I’m all about saving the paper, right?

As for the epiphanies, they’re all about writing, editing and revising the novel, and ensuring I stay true to the vision, and not get hopelessly lost in the tangles. My motto, when it comes to writing, is whatever works.

What about you, writers? What coping tricks have you developed?

A Father Day’s Problem

Holding onto his son’s hand, he’s walking back toward the hotel, accompanying his steps with a constant explanation. “We’re just going to the the hotel because Daddy forgot something, and so — ”

The child is pointing back toward the car. Mom is back there. He’s saying something incomprehensible.

Daddy pauses in his speech and then begins again. “No,” the son shouts. “I want Mom. I want Mom.”

“I’ll give you a Skittle — ”

“I want Mom! I want Mom!”

” — if you — ”

Mom calls, “Honey, you want to come get in the car with Mom?”

Silence falls. Dad asks, “Do you want to get in the car with Mom?”


Problem solved. I’ve been there.

As the child.


Floofnetic (Catfinition) A person who seems to attract cats.

In Use: “Michael’s floofnetic appeal was displayed when he worked on the front lawn, as seven cats, from four houses, came to visit with him.”

Today’s Theme Music

This is a “recent” song for me. It came out in two thousand one, so that give us a sense of reference about how much I follow music these days.

That’s true with multiple areas. Matters about baseball, football, pop-culture, music, television, and auto-racing are less followed today. Instead, I follow housing starts, unemployment rates, consumer confidence, politics, and news. I think I’m beginning to mature.

This song, “Blurry,” came out in the aftermath of 9/11, but it’s appropriate for today, because this is Father’s Day in America. This song is about a young man trying to be a good father to his son after separating from the child’s mother. It’s a common theme in today’s America.

Here’s Puddle of Mudd.

Blog at

Up ↑