November 4, 2025
I just realized I only blogged once in 2020. And if that isn’t a metaphor for the last year, then I’m not sure what is.
I spend a lot of time on writer twitter. Ok fine. Probably more than I ought to, since I’m trying to get something new written.
Anyone who knew me before this year knew that I was not (by any stretch of the imagination) a dog walker. But life, as it
Ten years ago I took a stab at my first loaf of bread. It was a complete and utter disaster. What emerged was approximately the
If you told me in 2016 when I was starting my first split narrative, that I’d be up to my eyeballs in WWI for part
Here we are. January 1, 2019. Just typing the words seems absurd. Even though I’ve been calendaring things for 2019 for a couple months now.
Here we are, staring down 2019 like a freight train. There’s no stopping time. And every time I get to this time of the year