Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
There’s an ad on the radio for a fast food chain that will sell you breakfast food at any time of the day. You can get hotcakes for dinner. The announcer exclaims that it doesn’t get better than that.
* wipes away a tear for the announcer and her stunted vision of how good things can get *
On Monday, there was a sign on Seventh North Street saying the the northbound I-81 on ramp would be closed 10/10/2010. Information useful if you’re driving a time-traveling DeLorean, I guess.
I just got an e-mail with an attachment from “King Huggins.” Doesn’t that sound like a character from a childrens’ book, or a name you’d give your cat for which he’d hate you forever?
“Who’s a good widdle King Huggins? Yes you is! Yes you is!”
King Huggins: * stares balefully *
I bought cleaning supplies, brought them home, and they’re just sitting there not cleaning anything at all.
If you ever get three wishes, try to order them such that you still have one ‘undo’ wish left.
Wish #3? Wish very carefully.
A friend of mine is in a place named Fairport today. I now want to write a story where a place is named Foulport. I’ll bet there are interesting characters to be found there.
I heard someone on the radio yesterday who said they weren’t wearing a stitch of makeup. I winced and wondered just what kind of makeup involved stitches.
Forget the books you want to write.
Think only of the book you are writing.
~ Henry Miller
The dog nudged my feet, waking me up.
“There’s a big light in the sky!” he said.
“That’s the moon,” I said.
“But part of it is gone!”
“That happens.”
“Let’s go outside to see it better!”
So we did.
(The dog didn’t exactly say that, verbatim. I’m doing some interpretation.)
A banner appears in the distance, one month removed from today. “Welcome to fall,” it says. Each day is a step closer in the march to the equinox. If you can’t stop the march, dance instead.