This week.

Life That was quite a week, wasn't it? Someone's been busy. All I did was go to work, get a haircut, and try not to lose my damned mind over every New York Times app notification. Even my trusty Lamy 2000 fell apart. At least Zen has had a great week. In between "spa treatments" (read: subcutaneous... Continue Reading →

FunkyPlaid and I watched the first two episodes of "Stranger Things" tonight. It is taking every shred of my adult willpower right now to go to bed instead of watching another. Writing from: my study in Portland. Listening to: nothing, even though I really want to listen to the "Stranger Things" soundtrack. I don't want... Continue Reading →

Waiting for perfection.

Life "If I waited for perfection, I'd never write a word." --Margaret Atwood Often I want to say something important in the perfect way, so I keep putting it off until I figure out the perfect way. If the perfect way never occurs to me, I never say the important thing. The point is to say the thing because... Continue Reading →

This Week and Last Month

Life I’m writing to a prompt today, just for the hell of it: “I can do strange things, believe me.” The strangest thing I do these days is ponder Mendelian genetics in order to better breed virtual cats in a dying world. (It’s not really dying, or it is, depending on who you ask. Does... Continue Reading →

This Week and Other Weeks

Life I have tried to write this several times now. It never goes well. I find unsettling analogies, or take refuge in bluntness, or just pretend the thing that happened didn’t happen at all so I can get through the first paragraph. But it happened. And it derailed the tail-end of my spring completely. I... Continue Reading →

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