Dirty Laundry

It’s The Everything AND the Kitchen Sink Blog

Hi, all. This is going to be a hodgepodge of a blog, so to speak. It will cover everything from writing, to hockey, to Steve Jobs, to whatever else my sleepy brain decides to dole out.

Let me start off by saying I didn’t sleep last night. At all. Nothing. Not a single minute. This wasn’t on purpose, mind you. I wasn’t waiting in line at my local Apple Store for the new iPhone (I pre-ordered, you see). I really wanted to sleep. I tried. I stayed in bed. I meditated. I tried all the tricks I know. But my brain just didn’t want to shut off.

And so, I got up and did what all insomniac geeks do. I booted up my iPad and read a bunch of comics. Somehow I’ve gotten sucked into the New 52 that DC comics has been rolling out. You know, the recently rebooted Batman, Superman, Flash, etc. And so I read all the issues I hadn’t gotten to yet. And still sleep would not come.

This has never happened to me before. My wife will tell you that I am a professional sleeper. Meaning, I can fall asleep pretty much any time and anywhere. But not last night. And I still am not sure why. I am hoping this is just a one time deal and not the start of a Stephen King novel where I start hallucinating and seeing demons in every corner. Time will tell, of course.

The reason I’m telling you this is so that you’ll understand if this blog is a bit rambling and nonsensical. At least I have an excuse this time.

As you’ve all heard, I’m sure, Steve Jobs died last week. It was very sad. It affected me very deeply. I’m not sure why. I guess I am a bit of an Apple obsessive. Have been ever since I bought my first Mac five years ago. But it’s odd when a stranger’s passing shakes your core. I didn’t know the man. My only connection is the plethora of Apple products I use every day. More than anything, I suppose, it’s the idea that no matter how brilliant, rich, inventive you are, all of us are going to die some day. If someone as influential as Steve Jobs can die, well, then, of course, there’s really no hope for any of us.

Which is something Mr. Jobs always preached. We are all going to die and so don’t waste your life doing things you don’t want to do. Find what you love and spend your time doing that. It’s the only way to live.

All right, enough of that. Did I mention that I finished the latest draft of Call the Shots? Well, I did. And I’m really happy with it. I just hope my editor feels the same way. We’ll soon find out.

Hockey season is in full swing and the good news for all of us Sidney Crosby fans is that he’s been cleared by his doctors for contact. Which means we may see him in game action pretty soon. I passed him over in my fantasy hockey league because I wasn’t sure when he was going to return. Regardless, I’ll be really happy to see him return to action. The NHL is not the same without him.

I recently finished reading THE NIGHT CIRCUS by Erin Morgenstern. And while the New York Times wasn’t a big fan, I was. I absolutely loved the book. It was magical in the way only a select few books can be (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe). I highly recommend it. I don’t know what book the reviewer for the NYT read but it couldn’t have been the same one I read.

Next week is the Surrey International Writer’s Conference (see, I’ve completely given up with trying to segue at all). I will be doing four presentations at the conference, so, if you are around and are interested in writing, you should attend. It’s one of the best writer’s conferences in North America. Now, I suppose I’m a bit biased as this is where I met my brilliant editor (Kaylan Adair, Candlewick Press). But even if I DIDN’T meet my editor there, I would still recommend it to you. There are so many great workshops to attend and influential people to meet.

Speaking of the conference, I need to get working on the presentations I’m going to give, so I will sign off here. I have no idea if what I’ve written makes sense, but honestly, I can’t be blamed. Hopefully I will get some shuteye tonight. Wish me luck.