The old itch is back
Last week while I was driving down back roads in Milwaukie, hoping to get my mom to one of her many appointments on time, I got an idea for a story. This happens to me all the time. Sometimes they're just little flickers or flashes. Sometimes, like this time, I get a lot more. I decided to have a go at putting it down, the first real writing I've done in some time, and managed to finish it. I felt so good at having done it that I decided I have to try and hold on to that feeling by writing more. So with the aid of my new ultra-portable writing device I've managed to pound out a few pages here and there. I'm trying to keep it light and not put a lot of pressure on myself. Anybody interested in reading the first product, "On The Dangers of Punctuality," just let me know.