Act One is drafted. Outlined. Scribbled. It has gone from random wisps of electrical pulses in my brain goo to lines and dots and marks on my computer (and in the cloud — I’m not crazy enough not to back up). Continue reading Walking Through Jello
I am convinced that the suburbs were not developed so much as unearthed by an unrelenting army of leaf blowers. Continue reading Zero Draft
Oh, October, you tempestuous beast, you. You offered a few celebrations in my small little world, but beyond our doors, the world went to hell. Again.
Or maybe the world just established permanent residency in hell. Who’s to say? Continue reading October 2018 Month in Review — Love Points and Interrobangs