I am kicking my own ass because sometimes that’s what you’ve got to do to get back on track. It’s almost an entire month since my last post. What the frack! For the record, I have managed to sit my skinny ass in the chair and scribble some new pieces Read more…
It may be lacking in physical stature, but the Victory Cup for my win at Tuesday night’s Write Club is already a cherished possession. I am humbled at the overwhelming unanimity of the decision. Chris Graham was a worthy opponent, but winning feels goooood. It feels even better to have Read more…
The fucking words were getting more elusive, the sting of the scotch did little to help with their flow. Carl stared at the flashing blue line with rheumy eyes wondering why he was even bothering. The eviction notice was hours from being posted and he’d spurned his last true friend Read more…
Keely isn’t going to tell but she wants everyone to know. But they must know, they must be able to see it. Can’t they? Isn’t there a visible change? She imagined a new hue to her aura. Keely didn’t really talk in terms of auras but she remembered seeing that Read more…
“You know it’s been like five days,” she paused to give him entry to the conversation but as always he misses the cue. Her stare is a silent but pointed prod. Emerald irises shrink as her pupils expand at high-speed. Her eyes have always transfixed him, they shift so quickly Read more…
Irma was as bitter as she was ugly. Neither were her fault. Irma was the unfortunate second twin. There were a lot of twins in the family; a set in every branch of the tree. Being a twin in and of itself was nothing special, but if you were the Read more…
There was no question this Gene was doing a good thing. Fuck the puppy mills. Why does my best friend have to be a pure breed? I had to convince Clea because she had her heart set on a pug. “How superficial do you want to prove you are? If Read more…
Things were going so well. Lia wonders if she jinxed things. She can’t help reviewing the tally so far: he’s a vegan, he has a sister who is a professor of feminist Victorian literature, he likes backgammon, he hates poker, he rides a bike, doesn’t do yoga but is willing Read more…