Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think. Continue reading morning coffee: My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me
I burned Bill today.
The following post contains misquotes and inaccuracies. I have the correct statements scattered somewhere around this office, but I don’t feel like looking them up. I’m not sorry. Deal with it. Continue reading Stop Eulogizing the Living.
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
If you look back, you’ll see that Morning Coffee started as a fifteen-minute warm-up. Thanks to you, it’s grown into a popular little fiction series. (And seriously, thanks.) I won’t lie: it’s been a challenge keeping everything straight. But it’s worth it; when my readers appreciate my work as much as you do, it behooves me to pay meticulous attention to it. So here’s a little look at me, the man behind the curtain. Continue reading How a Post is Born
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
I should be writing part three to that arc I dropped last Thursday–but I think I’ll hold off just a little longer. I’ve got a couple other things to sort out first. Continue reading Update: Thanks and Shout-outs