A BAD KID

Who ate bugs when they were kids? 🙋

No? Not you? Well, me neither.

No clue where it came from, but this week I thought a lot about how bad I was when I was a kid. I was a chronic liar, manipulative

WHAT THE FIREMAN LEFT, AND IT'S #READINGWOMENMONTH

I wrote a new short story. It's about time, right? If you follow me on Instagram (if you don't, why the heck not;-) Let's be friends!) you might've seen the post where I talk about how I read Joe Hill's The Fireman, and how it left me thinking about how events can bring out something ugly in the best people you know.

BODY STRIKE (A POST OF SOME RANDOMNESS)

I needed a blog post for this week, so I sat in the car (waiting for my kids to get out of school) and combed thru my brain for ideas. I had lots of topics in a notebook, but going over them... there were none that excited me. There were some good ones, just none that would send my pen flying across the page.

I have things on my mind: my writing career, the first sex scene from American Gods (which was brilliant!)  and my children growing up. Random, I know.

Those are subjects that I could go into great lengths about. But I wasn't feeling it.

THE ADVENTURES OF LYFT

Anyway, it's quite an experience to get in the car with people you don't know.And not only getting in A car... it's THEIR car. Their personal car. I took two rides a day. One in the morning, and one in the evening. Here's just a few of them:

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THE BEAST

There's a big grey beast staring out from my office. Its mouth is open, exposing teeth made for gnashing my bones. Just MY bones.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet my desk!

Yes, my desk is the beast.