#IAmWriting

I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →

I Am Michael Buble’s Overwhelmed O-Ring

I played Wax Tailor's version of How I Feel for my friend the other day, and she played the Michael Bublé version for me in response.  Both versions me into a beautifully relaxing, appreciative realm for all things within this crazy thing called life.     I have been sitting here for hours trying to get my thoughts... Continue Reading →

Holy Crap

Like a silent but deadly fart, I vanished without a trace.  I don't know if that made sense. Anyway, I'm going through about 7 million things presently.  Nothing bad, per se, but I really felt this need to shut up and get inside my own head.  It's funny, 2 or more years ago, I probably... Continue Reading →

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