Getting There

I’m not a fast runner. I never have been. In high school gym class, it took me nearly twenty-five minutes to run (or more accurately plod and stumble) 2400 metres. I’m kinda slow. I will get there eventually, but I’m only going to get there at the speed I’m going, the way I’m going. I’ve … Continue reading

The End Of A Novel

After 30 days, gallons of coffee, pounds of extra dark chocolate, a miserable case of the ickle blortch, and a few brief, miserable periods where I couldn’t bear to think about anything with syllables, let alone plot significance, I’m done. I wrote 50,000 words in 30 days while trying to find work (in vain) trying … Continue reading