I once read somewhere that when you’re depressed, you write better. This kinda makes sense to me. When you’re depressed you find shadows, irony, pain – everywhere. Your inner voice shouts at you over small things no one else notices. Writing helps quiet it down. There have been times when I’ve literally sat at the… Read More Just Hanging with the Surface Dwellers
I had this post in mind. I was going to write about the contents of my refrigerator and how I’m always art-directing it, moving the melon to the front, cream cheese to the back, stacking yogurt with the labels all facing out. It’s a sickness, but it gives me such satisfaction. But since I was… Read More Long Post, Big D.