Sometimes I find myself stricken with what I’ve written. It’s an admission. And now I’ve put myself in a position of wishin’ I could be...

Skipping. Skipping along today. Under whatever skies float above whatever situations we create below. You know? The ones we make when we...

Apparently, In order to be a writer, you need to write. Damn! What a pain in the ass. Not that I dislike writing all that much, but...