Fightin’ Words // On Not Writing

 

If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me. Continue reading Fightin’ Words // On Not Writing

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morning coffee // What Happened on October Ninth

Something big’s going to happen today. Wait. Continue reading morning coffee // What Happened on October Ninth

morning coffee // What Happened on October 9th

Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen. Continue reading morning coffee // What Happened on October 9th

morning coffee // Re-doing the Un-doable

I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.  Continue reading morning coffee // Re-doing the Un-doable

morning coffee // The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything. Continue reading morning coffee // The Man at My Desk