it’s only a kiss, and you won’t even remember it in the morning

I'm happy enough to write, and accomplish something, without worrying about being in a favorite chair at a favorite desk using a favorite pen. But perhaps that's because I don't have an office per se. I have a straight-backed reception room type chair and a basic four-legged white table with a synthetic top. I face … Continue reading it’s only a kiss, and you won’t even remember it in the morning

Hair accessories, mind reading, and transvestites

A typical night of writing in a public restaurant: dinner with a friend, pie, loads of caffeine, and random diversions. A young girl with a pretty hairpiece peeking over the wall watching us write, bad John Mayer songs, and the temptation of free internet. Finally some writing done, a hundred words here, a hundred words … Continue reading Hair accessories, mind reading, and transvestites