On Writing

I think you should know: I am a hypocrite and also I have had two glasses of wine.  These two are not closely related, but they are both things that are happening right now, so I thought you should know. This is a piece that will explain how the most important thing to do is to just write. To really sit your butt down and just get it done. This writing piece was scheduled to be complete two weeks ago. I have not, until now sat my butt done and done it. So that explains the hypocrisy; the pinot grigio explains itself. In this piece of writing, I am going … Read more…

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We Do Not Understand

A bus ride is like purgatory: It’s not quite hell, but it is a place that determines who’ll go to hell. And I wasn’t quite sure if Colby Mathews would be going to hell or not. The boy was evil, no doubt. But did he really have the malicious soul-stuff to burn in eternal hellfire? Maybe yes. Maybe no. His younger sister was cute. Hot maybe even. Okay definitely hot, but in a sweet, big-eyed, soft-speaking sort of fashion. It was the kind of hot other people’s sisters ought to be. My sister, Claire, was (Thank Almighty) not this or any kind of hot. She was instead the whiny, snot-nosed … Read more…

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