David’s weekly blog.



Another strange week. I am, every week, made aware of how difficult it is to put together any sustained writing time to work on anything. It’s nearly impossible. Life keeps intervening, like for example this week. Monday, was the funeral for our neighbor and friend Eva Colegrove who died at the age of 96. She […]

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I woke up at 1:30 Wednesday morning, slept fitfully until 4:00 and got up at 5:00, all because I was so close to finishing BROKEN WING. After I made a pot of tea, I went back to work on the novel and was done with this draft by 6:30. Even after more than 50 years […]

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This was a strange week. Monday I was too sick with the cold I got a few days earlier to do anything except split wood and load the wood box, which had to be done. Tuesday I was still plenty sick, but I spent the morning researching the living and eating habits of black bears. […]

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This was another of those Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men Weeks. I saw my friend William Parker, the bass player and multi-instrumentalist, last week and he asked me if I’d write the liner notes for a double CD of his big band music which had been recorded in Milan, Italy, in February. I […]

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The Only Way to Build a Road is to Pour Asphalt I’ve been thinking lately about how difficult it is to make progress on a poem or a story, in my case right now my new novel, SAMOVAR AND ZEEMAHOOLAH. In other words, this is another blog about getting my or your work done. And […]

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You can’t write and run around too. Some of my longtime friends cannot understand why I don’t travel. Isn’t that what people in their late 60s and early 70s are supposed to do–run around the world leaving as big a carbon footprint as possible? I don’t want to be holier-than-thou, because my desire not to […]

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