Now If I Could Just Think of a Title….
Hi, I’m Will. I suffer from word count envy. I marvel over the seeming quickness of pen and flow of words of prolific authors, and envy that apparent eas...
Author: Will Cox
My Sons Build Better Box Forts
My love and I put together the IKEA Billy bookcases for my library last Thursday. They had been occupying the hall, and my books boxes, due to certain logistic...
Practice What You Preach
Character matters.
The Timesheet
Today is a sick day. I’m not often sick. Well, here I am: sick again. It’s not from work, exactly. My love brought something back from Santa Fe, and...
Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?
Netflix noticed something strange and unexpected among users of their video streaming service: they would watch all of the available episodes of a series before...
Everyone Sang
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dar...
Gaming the System
Today is election day. The children, in this school district, have the day off. It should be a state or national holiday, if elections are important to this civ...
Attention Must Be Paid
My work — the employment for which I’m paid, that is — is invisible. Nothing to see here; move along. Long ago, the company asked us to let un...
In the Scriptorium
Only try to do it yourself and you will learn how arduous is the writer’s task. It dims your eyes, makes your back ache, and knits your chest and belly to...
Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right
What with the renewed interest in a Russian antagonist recently, it has become fashionable in some circles to dismiss criticism as use of a rhetorical device th...
Daylight Saving Time (Revised)
The initial idea for Daylight Saving Time was not, as is commonly thought, to save energy or to give farmers more time to do their work. (Dumbass. Farmers and a...
But I Get Up Again
I didn’t hit publish on my latest until after midnight, so it looks like I missed two days, not one. I could fudge the record by back-dating posts, but I&...
Stop the World, I Want to Get Off
The most satisfying work I’ve done has been sweeping an empty room, turning off the lights, and closing the door. Because the work was done. Had come to a...
The Darker Half of the Year
I don’t believe in ghosts or demons from the deep. Then again, I don’t not believe in them either. There’s insufficient evidence for canals on...
Pictures of It Didn’t Happen
Twitter and smartphones have changed the art of citation on the Internet. It’s not enough to quote something and to link. A picture must also be included ...
Morning Mood
The camera can not capture what I see. Pouring rain outside, slow and steady and constant. Leaves surfing the light breeze. The slower drip of water from the br...
Would You Rather
I say this every time because it’s true: the pain I can deal with. It’s the vision loss that bothers me. There’s a question — I think of...
Special Snowflakes
Number Two Daughter asked if I was writing a book. No, just my journal, I replied. It looks like a book, though: it’s bound nicely and is filling. I suppo...