Am I going to blog about a dream I had like I’m 15 and it’s 1987 and I’m writing with purple marker in a notebook with pink paper? YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I AM!…
Posts tagged the beast
Daisy Jones & The Six: A Book Review in Three Parts
Part I The Tea Ladies are a trio of women I meet up with every few months at the Tea Source in EP to talk about books and TV shows and politics. I don’t like…
Three Scenes From My Life with a Tom Petty Soundtrack
Scene 1: 1996 A bright, sunny day in August, most of my family is huddled under the trees in a small, family cemetery on McColl Road in Savage. They’ve close the road because there are…
Anti-Bummers: Because August is the February of Summer
I sent The Beast to the potential agent yesterday. It’s as good as I can make it right now. I had to stop obsessing over it and just get it out. My stomach churns with…
Anti-Bummers: Because I’m Pulling Myself Out of a Funk
BOGO cherries (that’s buy a pound, get a pound at my local Cub and if you don’t think I can eat two pounds of cherries before they go rotten you don’t know me at all)….
So I’m 44 Now & Other Haps
I’m 44 now. You probably guessed that based on the headline. Yesterday was my birthday. I got a lot of toys and ate a chicken tender melt at Perkins with my sister and The Roller…
A Tale of Two ‘Born for Me’s, or Paul Westerberg is an Unreliable Narrator (probably)
In case you don’t know, and maybe I’ve never explicitly stated here in the pixels of I Will Dare, but the main conceit of The Beast is that a 50something former rock & roll singer…
Official Soundtrack for The Beast v4: Bad Bad Hats
Some people prefer to write in silence. I do not understand those people. Like a one-hit wonder by Autograph, the only time I turn it down is when I’m sleeping it off. Or, in less…
Oh So Much Boring Whining
Every day starts with the same goal: I am totally going to bust through three chapters of The Beast today and rickety rock The Casbah. Every day ends the same way: I am human garbage…
The Editorial Letter & Rising Mojo
The big email I had been waiting for since June slid into my inbox in the midst of an exhausting client meeting. I was at a quirky coffee shop in St. Paul repeatedly explaining why…