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!

the Dixie Mink

...is getting an upgrade. (In case you don't know, my Dixie Mink is an oversized, denim workshirt.) Salem has taken to hiding in m...

Play it again Sam.