Still More Random Mutterings

The next time someone tells me to "enjoy The Journey," I'm going to slap him upside the head.  Or puke on his shoes. I get th...

As long as I've lived, as far back as I can remember, I have always believed that if I did not do everything exactly right, if I caused ...

I've been thinking about Heather all day, on what would have been her 43rd birthday. I guess this is kind of an "I knew her when...

I don’t know how to write this. I keep having the same thoughts, over and over again—splintered, incoherent. I believe they must go to...

Thank the gods this day is finally drawing to a close. I've spent most of it chain smoking, which I should not be doing at all, and dri...

The title of this post about says it all. I'm really frustrated with my current lack of ability to write. It's doubly hard, coming,...

Still stalled on the current project, which is no longer called The Strayaway Child . I don't know what it's called, actually. I g...