What happens when adults go to a museum after closing time... Magic, water, and dinosaurs. Wands included.
I didn't write fiction all through 2017. Here's the story of why, as well as my mindset in getting back to the words.
I wrote a letter to a girl who will be aged by a year. 364 days until these words are seen again. Here's a bit on what lies between the taped pages.
Meeting family in a state I'd never set foot in before. My musings while in Newton.
Why am I moping? And what am doing on the 31st of this year? Portland, Oregon is the answer to all. I think...
A non-serious list on how to seriously not give a f---...
Writing is my life. Flipping through old journals and notebooks brings up the ghosts, both good and bad. All important.