So, I was sitting in a cafe today, having a not-bad cup of coffee and staring another blank sheet of paper in the face. I finished the story I was working on last night in a different cafe (with much better coffee; you wouldn´t believe how hard it is to find a decent cup down … Continue reading
I remember my college girlfriend asking me once what smoking did for me, and I told her something like this: “You know that feeling you get that makes you go open the fridge and look inside even though you´re not hungry and you know what´s in there anyway? Smoking helps make that feeling go away.” … Continue reading
Here I am, half a world away from the place I´ve called home for the last dozen-plus years, living the dream, wandering a new continent, and the longer I am here, the more I realize that what I need to do is write. There´s a part of me that wants to be disappointed. I can … Continue reading
I´ll start by saying that I never have been much good at being happy. Oh, I´ve had my moments, even periods of weeks and months when I was genuinely, truly happy, when the stars were aligned and things were going well and I recognized it and was grateful. But those times never lasted, and when … Continue reading
There are those of us who are never, or rarely, without a book, no matter where we are or what we´re doing. Sometimes we´ll carry it around even though we know we aren´t going to have a chance to read it, our own little personal totem, if you will, that marks and protects us and … Continue reading
