I have a friend - sad, I know, only one - and that friend asked: Why do you write, why continue to write when it all seems so futile? The question took some time to mull over, and I had to toss a few glib answers out the window (defenestration at work - and yes, … Continue reading And What Then?
I wish I could remember - I know it was good - it was all planned out, structured to spruik with the best power and . . . but it's gone. The times you lay in bed - should be asleep, should've been asleep hours ago - and all of a sudden, there's this great … Continue reading What Was I Thinking?