I am a copywriter. I am not ‘creative.’ Let me explain. If you were to give me an assortment of craft supplies, and, with no … Continue Reading Why the ‘Cult of Creativity’ is a Myth
It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box.
“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
A peek at the machine.
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
The leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall is growing.
It is great. It is good. (I have to stop it.)
Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.
I upset a coworker today. Now he’s trying to kill me.
The duck has transformed. It’s become sentient.