Streak Fairies and Confetti Salad
How 1500 words makes me a happy liar … and Sheila Heti is going to help.
writing
Experiments in Regularity (and this time I’m not talking about poop)
Writing imperfectly in the pubic [sic] eye.
Bloogered TK
What am I doing here?
I’ve Written a Novella
… is something I’d like to be able to say one day.
A Brain: Live & (Kind of) Unplugged
Just some thoughts rolling around in the ol’ noggin …
I Wasn’t Planning to Be Here
Oh boy, she at it again.
750 Steamy, Streamy Bits of Word Diarrhea
Writing more stream of consciousness junk because “be a better writer” is on my bucket list. Yesterday, I pooped out 750 words. Today I puked up twice that number. And yes, I’m mixing some (very) gross metaphors because holy hypergraphia, Batman, the words are coming out both ends.
For Tooth & Tome
If you lived anywhere near Seattle and had a Costco membership in early pandemic days, chances are Marcia saved your butt from chafing.
Working on It
Today I’m trying to get something accomplished. What it is—as the song goes—ain’t exactly clear.