The year is winding down. The days are tragically short. The sun is already setting, and it's not even 3pm. Days like these find me online shopping until my eyes bleed to distract from the unpleasant reality of more pressing tasks, like grocery shopping, and house-cleaning, and life-cleaning.
Suddenly half a year has gone by. "You'll write more," you tell yourself, greeting every day with a promise that "Today will be the day I start on that story/essay/novel" and every day the same ending
In an early post from this blog, dated December 30, 2013 (almost nine years ago to the day), I wrote: "The week between Christmas and New Year's is one of my favorites. Nothing too pressing ever happe
This has been a banner year, and I can't even talk about half the incredible things that have happened to me. You'll have to wait for the novel to hear about those. The things I can talk about: Went t