Camp NaNoWriMo has begun! I’ve been introduced to my cabin mates at Camp NaNoWriMo, and I’ve done a little bit of writing on my way to 50,000 words, and the first draft of my first novel. The working title of my novel is The Company Game, and the story is Read more
Camp NaNoWriMo – Settling In
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Beginning in a few days, I will begin pumping out a massive amount of words (for me, anyway) for a month. I signed up for the April 2016 Camp NaNoWriMo event. No one coerced me, no one forced me, no one even suggested that I do this. I am doing Read more
It’s alive! It’s alive! Hello! Welcome and Happy Easter! Well, after months of being deep in the bowels of PHP, CluelessGent.com is finally live! I was hoping to have more content available for opening day, but that just didn’t happen. However, as you will see by browsing the pages on Read more
To know thy faults is to know thyself. When we look in the mirror, we’re supposed to see a reflection of ourselves. But do we really see it? Or do we only see what we want to see? When I look in the mirror, I see the fault in me.
I thought this would be an appropriate topic for the #BloggORS Challenge. This will put a little more of me – albeit a not-so-good part – out there. I think we’ve all probably had them, either as a child or as an adult – or both, but bad dreams and Read more
This is my first contribution to the #BloggORS challenge, created by @lexberju. Why do I want to write? That’s a good question. I hope my answer is just as good.
One of my precious and few followers on Twitter recently tweeted about challenging people – non-bloggers being the target audience – to begin blogging twice a week to “get themselves out there” in social media. I think that’s a pretty good idea, even for me. But the challenge goes further Read more
My senses were taken aback today by the aroma of coffee grounds while walking down a corridor at my office. I smell coffee grounds pretty much daily at my office job, yet today was somehow different.
I was born in yankee territory, so as I was growing up, it was a natural thing to call a can of carbonated beverage “pop.” But when I joined the Marines, I came into contact with quite a few non-yankees.