Tell me, oh ye who want to be under the law, do yall even know what da fuck it says? Re-ingrafted gadfly gadding about.

In Which I Do Math on Gender, Again. New Short Story, New Anthology of Essays. Los Angeles Seems to be Lacking Squares. The Submission Process, The End. The Submissions Process, Part Six. In Which I Do Math on Gender, Again.

Brow-raising, lip twitching and fingernail biting. Now Appearing on a 2nd Blog. Pardon me, I seem to have a frog in my throat. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Kicked it off a cliff. So what did I do? I wrot.

I have decided to merge my writing blog and food blog into one delightfully messy-ass blog! A Breakfast Burrito in LA Berkeley Eats. I feel like I need to come up with more creative titles for my blog posts.

Recently, Art Child has been curious, and wanting to play with some of the stuff out of the oh-so-fancy ziploc bag that holds my war paint. The day before yesterday was a fabulous one; Man Child and Miss Music had come down for a couple of days, and so we went to the beach together. Perfect, fun, relaxed, I was still feeling good from it. Did you guys do? .

Creativity prompt of the week. Ever heard of the Writers Write blog. Then they knocked again, harder. And then again, even harder. So hard, in fact, that it almost sounded like way the police would knock.

Chronicles a life spent writing to live and living to write. Thursday, August 6, 2015. Looking Back to Augusts Past. Summer begins to fade into autumn, like it does every year. Living in San Diego buffers me from this reality, somewhat. It is easy to let the sunny days slide away, one after another, sure that they will continue in an unabated stream. And yet, the days do grow shorter, and time is, in fact, passing. And then, by the end of the month. 8221; Reading that now, when it.

Everrything means nothing to me. The traffic on Mercy seemed to be going no faster than five miles an hour. It was still early in the morning. The sun had not risen far above the squat houses to the East. Across the street the cemetery lay quiet and dark, the carefully manicured lawn murky and mud-colored in the dim light. You are special, pt. Had an appointment with Doctor K again today.

The new year brings a sense of closure to the bad things that have happened throughout the last year, and hope for different outcomes in the new year to come. The problem with that is, your life is what you make of it. So, yes, celebrate! In just a couple of hours, it will be 2017. I have my list of goals written down, including self publishing several things.