There Is No Hope For Me.

Even when I try to be good and kick violence and evil in the face, the Universe is out to thwart me.  It’s hopeless.

A Writer Is Cursed

  I mentioned a while ago that I’ve gotten lazy.  The summer sun snuck into my bones and sapped my drive.   “I’ll write/sub/be a creative person later,” I thought.  I’m happy to report that I’m currently back on track.  WOO!  I wrote down all of my deadlines so I could see them.  I blocked out tiny chunks of time for … Read More