Irrecollections has (and always will be) a haven for fresh-squeezed content, both fiction and nonfiction.
To better meet your needs, we’re undergoing some renovations. Major renovations. And we’re pretty damn pumped about it. The metadata’s all packed, old articles have been trashed, and all-new content’s primed and waiting to post. All that remains is a flip of the switch.
And the best part–you don’t have to go anywhere. Same address, new house.
Thanks for all of your support. Thanks for all the comments and emails; thanks for the notes and encouragement. You’re the best.
If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me.
Continue reading If You’re Not Writing, You’re Not a Writer.
Another minor update before I roll out the end of morning coffee. Continue reading Update: Let’s Get a Little More Social
I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big. Continue reading morning coffee: Small Hands, Big Cup
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