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Those Facebook status reports are always either too flip and pithy or too short.
I am sitting in my backyard watching the sun go down, drinking homebrew steam lager and taking scrawled marginal notes for revisions to my
HomelessMoon chapbook story. For a hard surface, and occasional inspirational distraction, I’m using
justinhowe’s copy of the mindblowingly awesome
Art of the Maya Scribe. A gaggle of local kids swarm around me, full of irrational, unanswerable demands such as, if I’m drinking beer now, do I plan to throw up later? and, why would I assign homework to myself?
Eventually, the sun sets, the wind picks up, and I’m driven inside.