Empty. Bored. Distracting myself with thoughts of jobs and careers. I want nothing in both senses. This journaling satisfies me. Writing does. I collected…
First line: I just want to make it clear, you know, absolutely, that I never ever thought he was a bad dad.
STORY IDEA: Letter…
I read a story from Ireland in Best Fiction of Europe 2019. Six pages divided into small sections which followed one woman’s life from…
It hurts, but I’ve done it: written the day sans date. (At some point, A. nicknamed me Details Donkey).
When we discuss Don Quixote, we…
A perfect day for most: sun, 22 degrees (Celsius), slight breeze, no cloud. I convinced myself that if I could overcome my feelings and…
Will I ever dare and write only the day? Ooh La La.
I continued to work on the Kingsway Massage story. I write only for…
Two rejections for my Calgary story.
I woke up at 3:30 pinned awake by buoyant worries. Will A. leave? . . . I reject all…
My shoulder has broken. F. broke it while napping on my arm. I have no words. Again the sky is empty and the fact…
Mastery has always fascinated me. My first encounter was in grade school. A boy named Lucas who drew tree-cities full of mushroom people. My…
I made the entry directly into WordPress. This raises the question of primacy and intent.