19 Tuesday

Empty. Bored. Distracting myself with thoughts of jobs and careers. I want nothing in both senses. This journaling satisfies me. Writing does….

Aug Monday

First line: I just want to make it clear, you know, absolutely, that I never ever thought he was a bad dad.

STORY…

Aug 18/2019

I read a story from Ireland in Best Fiction of Europe 2019. Six pages divided into small sections which followed one woman’s…

Saturday

It hurts, but I’ve done it: written the day sans date. (At some point, A. nicknamed me Details Donkey).

When we discuss Don…

Aug 12 – 2019 – Monday

A perfect day for most: sun, 22 degrees (Celsius), slight breeze, no cloud. I convinced myself that if I could overcome my…

Aug 16, 2019 Friday

Will I ever dare and write only the day? Ooh La La.

I continued to work on the Kingsway Massage story. I write…

Aug 15/2019

Two rejections for my Calgary story.

I woke up at 3:30 pinned awake by buoyant worries. Will A. leave? . . . I…

Aug 14/2019

My shoulder has broken. F. broke it while napping on my arm. I have no words. Again the sky is empty and…

Saturday, August 10, 2019 (A Birthday)

Mastery has always fascinated me. My first encounter was in grade school. A boy named Lucas who drew tree-cities full of mushroom…

Aug 10/2019 – Saturday

I made the entry directly into WordPress. This raises the question of primacy and intent.