I busted out my AlphaSmart a couple of days ago when, in a fit of claustrophobic anxiety, I almost made the ridiculous purchase of a Freewrite. In case you aren't aware, a Freewrite (previously called a Hemingwrite and changed because.... reasons) is basically a digital word processor with an analog feel that costs about $500. …
Category: Beck Life
“Normalcy” is an 8-Letter Word.
So I've been to my office twice in the past... *looks at calendar* three weeks. Working from home otherwise. We have a new dog in our house, a little bit of cabin fever, and so far *knocks on wood* no COVID-19. Practicing law remotely is strange. I can't explain why; most of what I do …
Social Distancing Day 7: Harder Than I Thought.
So I haven't written in a while. The last time I wrote, there was no apocalypse, and now there is. Surprise! I started to feel like I had a cold on March 15 (BEWARE THE IDES) but I went to work on Monday. That was before everything went into complete lockdown, but it was already …
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Gratitude and Genocide
Thanksgiving was nearly a week ago now, so I feel like it's just a little too late to address it, and that's precisely how I do things. I'm of two minds about Thanksgiving. The minds are thus: It's rooted in colonialism and genocide, as most people know. We came, we saw, we ate their food, …
The Autumn of Discontent
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
The Summer of Dying
Summer is supposed to be a time of life and youth and fun and sun and vacations and all that shit, but for me, it was the Summer of Dying. Some stuff happened that I won't get into here, but that was compounded when my car got rear-ended and my house was damaged by the …
Better Off, but Still No Progress
So my sad personal issue has resolved itself, only to be replaced by others, but that's fine. Such is life. What are you gonna do? It is what it is. How many other stupid platitudes can I fit here before I start hating myself? I'm out and about with the hubs today. I have freelance …
Things Got Better Until They Didn’t.
So that last post was a little stupid, I'll admit. I think I was probably drinking a little. This one isn't going to be any better, but I'm sober. Buckle up. Since I last wrote, I managed to revise the first half-ish of my book enough to submit it to my writing group for their …
Working on Some This, Working on Some That.
I did a little freelance work this morning, and then I actually sat down and started revising and working on my novel. Welcome to the State of Beck Address. Here are my talking points: I'm going through a midlife crisis. I'm turning 42 in a few months, so this should surprise no one. I've got …
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UGH, You’re Stupid
You're probably thinking, "Jeez, Beck, that title is really rude and accusatory." While it's true that I am generally both of those things, the title is directed at myself, not you. Don't project; it's ugly. So why am I calling myself stupid? The usual reasons. Also: I haven't written in here in a long ass …
