Toiletries

For the sake of celebrating the first day of my new blog, I'll share another quick jot from my field journal:

3/3
A slow and stingy day accented by
the faint high of 409 fumes in close quarter
while I wiped piss and pubes from the toilet.

While cleaning the bathrooms at the end of my shift, I noticed this narrative gem streaming through my head. Something about its rhythm or flow caused me to abruptly pause cleaning and bust out my field journal. Someday, a character in a story will experience this.

Brain Storm Brew

I've been feeling inspired to start a blog to share my shitty first drafts, short stories, novel excerpts, and random jottings. Today I went for it. After collaborating in the Web World with my gal pal Wonder and the Coffee World with my bro Forest Child, I found just what I didn't realize I was looking for.

Welcome!

It all started with a pen and empty pages.

Somehow it all went... Somewhere.