In this second I am sitting in my office chair sucking in air and feeling the weight of words I wish I'd waited to hear. I wish tomorrow was the day I was walking into the club. And that tomorrow I would see you stand slowly and awkwardly to catch my attention. And all the …
writing while you mow
I am writing all the time now...little stories as I mow the lawn or drive down the street. I am carefully constructing these little fantasies of worlds in turmoil or more of a utopia than my own. Stories, that for the first time, are not my own. Real fiction. I never get them down anywhere …
Dixie's Road Trip 