Bob Garfinkel is a former Kewaunee County Board supervisor, business owner and founder of Literacy Partners of Kewaunee County. I was tickled to receive this note from him after I shared my new book with him:
A Bridge at Crossroads is an easy read but is full of wit and wisdom. Warren Bluhm is a well-known newspaper and editorial man, podcaster, and award winning journalist. This book gives insight to Warren’s life, but more importantly, the reader gets an insight to his/her own life. Personally, I am at a crossroads in my life at 72, have had a busy and rewarding life, accomplished all of my major goals, and suddenly slowed my life to a stop after a major health concern. A Bridge at Crossroads gave me the nudge I needed to get off the couch and work on a project I’ve neglected for months.
Most chapters are a page long and easy to pick up and put down. The caution is if you skim though it quickly, some of the writings have a deeper meaning than first appears and you might miss the point. This book has had a great impact on my life. I have folded the page corner on 2 dozen pages that I will re-read whenever I need a nudge.
Bob Garfinkel / Luxemburg, WI
Thanks, Bob! A Bridge at Crossroads is available for purchase at Amazon and Lulu in ebook and print.
You can also get a copy for investing in the Kewaunee County Comet, a local independent online news source. Details here.
“So you sit down every morning and write in your journal.”
“What do you write?”
“I’m not even sure. Most days I just open the book and write anything – a story, a conversation like this one, or thinking about what to publish next or some such.”
“OK, then what? What do you do with what you write?”
“Yeah. What do you do with this stuff?”
“Well — usually I just leave it.”
“You don’t go back and read it?”
“Well, I do …”
“Some of it’s pretty interesting. Might be a piece of a novel I’m tinkering with, might be a song lyric or a short story I could flesh out.”
“So – do you do that? Flesh it out? Put it in the novel?”
“Not always. Every now and then. OK, almost never.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Why not?”
“Scared, I think.”
“Scared of what?”
“It won’t be good enough. It’ll be a great idea but I can’t execute, or no one will care.”
“Do you care?”
“Well, sure —”
“Then who cares who cares?”
Two girls who look like dogs.
Sitting on the other side of the glass door
With expressions that may be yearning
Or, perhaps, may simply be stares.
They come in when I open the door,
One heading straight for the water dish
And the other to the easy chair next to mine,
To curl up, place her chin on the arm
And slowly ease back into sleep.
Do their chests fill with love, as mine does,
When we share a room together,
Or are they just waiting for me to feed them?
We feed each other what we need.
That works for me.
He looked across the plain and saw dreams scattered everywhere – scraps of paper, aging buildings, candy wrappers, flowers planted in rows – all of them dreams, executed in varying degrees of completion.
“Pick one up.”
“I don’t care – any of them. Pick one up.” Continue reading “The plain of unfinished dreams”
Notes from a hotel room, on learning of the death of Rutger Hauer, who gave a memorable performance in the film Blade Runner …
What lesson did Roy Batty give us through the vessel of Rutger Hauer? Four years of life seems unfair – but how much life is a fair allotment? Continue reading “A smile that conquers rage”
A Bridge at Crossroads
When you are sad – for there will come a time when you are sad – remember a time you were so happy you wished this moment would last forever – because it does last forever as long as you remember.
When you are afraid – for there will come a time when you are afraid – remember a time when you felt so safe and comfortable you knew nothing could shake your world. Continue reading “My next book is out”
I wrote this song 33 1/3 years ago – two chords and a phrase – on a morning when I felt just the way it says – and writing the first verses opened up the final answers that flowed out in the climax.
It did not take long to write. That day I fully understood the concept that songs, poems, stories, are all just out there waiting to be discovered, waiting for someone willing to be a vessel for the words and music, because I don’t know another explanation for how this song got written. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and at the same time it expressed something deep inside me. Continue reading “Uncle Warren’s Attic: Wanting to Live Forever”
There’s a science to launching a new book. It’s a science that does not include promoting your next – utterly unrelated – book on the day the current book is released to the public.
So sue me.
However, before you do that, let me remind you that today is the first day you can purchase Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, a book literally 30 years in the making.
But about that next book: Continue reading “In which I tell you what’s next”