I could complain about my slowish time on the treadmill (14’36″/mile), or I could make sure when I get on it this weekend, I inch closer to my personal best (12’30″/mile) be back in fighting shape by May where I beat my best altogether.

I could sadly reminiscence about all the times I was rejected by magazines and editors - I actually was reading ( Read more... )

Short stories are babies, born from an idea so tiny they’re sometimes barely words or concepts.

Novels are like a child that ran away from home at 16 - at that point with the arguing and the fighting and simple disobedience, you were sick of looking at each other anyway. One final door slam and it was gone, joining the circus, dating hipster ( Read more... )

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If you’re hitting the log for the first time in a few weeks, yeah, I changed things a bit. It isn’t that I didn’t love the Options theme, but I need change. I’m still tinkering with the theme, so it’ll look wonky for a few weeks to come yet. I need to reload my I reloaded ( Read more... )