If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me.
Seems like there have been more interruptions than content lately. But things are about to change.
A lot of my writer friends suffer the same problem: they eulogize the living.
A peek at the machine.
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.
Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.
What is an irrecollection? Here are my thoughts.
What is this thing on my desk, and why is it looking at me?
They’re onto me.