Tuesday, February 11, 2020


A different kind of orb.
I've started to cut away small portholes in that vast sea of green.

Sometimes there's something good underneath, sometimes not. Then I have to fiddle something into the hole.

The messages are falling into place: my characters are speaking to each other again and I am eavesdropping and making notes.


  1. okay, couldn't help myself ... portholes and "sea of green" has me humming Yellow Submarine

  2. Right? I had to play that song first every single morning that I drove Charlie to Pre-K for about four months. Then he switched to "Hey Bull Dog".


Tell me everything!

Evidence of a great weekend

Not technically necessary, but strangely satisfying. I needed to see how it was going to break down into 'seasons'. Now that ...

Play it again Sam.