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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• Block

  By Bill Pearse on November 26, 2012 • ( 0 )

  She is a hard block of a woman who stands in my way. I am afraid of what will come out, and do nothing instead. But today I begin the 15 minute rule, to write for a short period first… Read More ›

• What’s worse than being bad

  By Bill Pearse on November 25, 2012 • ( 0 )

  Is not trying. Sitting still. Choosing fear over failure. Being untrue, it goes on and on. Instead, take the time to do the work and find the pleasure in the simple act of writing, the music of the keys as… Read More ›

• The Specter of Failure

  By Bill Pearse on December 23, 2011 • ( 0 )

  By the end of 2011, I had gotten really down on work. I let my beard go long, such that I was receiving comments from co-workers, and had put on a few pounds. Yoga was harder than ever, and rare… Read More ›

• Blood, Stress

  By Bill Pearse on January 29, 2011 • ( 0 )

  I got so stressed today and fatigued at work, I thought I popped a blood vessel in my eye. This happened to my friend Steve recently, who’s older, and so it wasn’t necessarily stress but it was pretty damned impossible… Read More ›

• The Moment

  By Bill Pearse on January 23, 2011 • ( 0 )

  Good songs force you to live in the moment. You can’t “fast forward.” You can, but you wouldn’t. On my record player, you can push a button to lift the stylus and then direct it over the right groove, to… Read More ›

• Just Because You’re Like Me Doesn’t Mean You Should Love Me

  By Bill Pearse on December 29, 2010 • ( 0 )

  Relationships are hard. Even with the people you love (sometimes, especially with the people you love), you get to a point where you want to choke them. Holidays make the perfect setting, to force the issue. And it’s all the… Read More ›

• Snow

  By Bill Pearse on December 17, 2010 • ( 0 )

  When it snowed, my dad dug a path from the front door to the sidewalk There were no cars on the road except the sound of someone with chains going by At night, the snow took what light was left… Read More ›

• The Candidate

  By Bill Pearse on November 13, 2010 • ( 0 )

  I did it as a favor for a co-worker, who asked if we would give an interview for a young friend just out of college. The kid showed up in a suit, with a good smile and handshake. There were… Read More ›

• Real Time

  By Bill Pearse on November 13, 2010 • ( 0 )

  I love my digital music collection, but going through it is like going through a closet that’s over-stuffed, looking for the perfect thing but just winding up feeling frustrated about all the possibilities, none of them quite working out long… Read More ›

• Vast Deference

  By Bill Pearse on November 13, 2010 • ( 0 )

  I got the “procedure” today, as I described to Lily – something about not wanting to have kids again, put gingerly. “You and Charlotte are plenty, honey.” The doctor was matter-of-fact, swift, and at times, downright gruff in the way… Read More ›