BurningbirdRecovered from the Wayback Machine. I’ve had three crossed email incidents in the last two days. In case you’re wondering, crossed email is when you send an email and the person you’re sending it to sends you an incoming email at the exact same time. Unless you’re in a furious exchange of emails, this is […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. When BurningBird takes a walk on cute side, she doesn’t screw around. Is there some form of criminal offense to put something this absolutely terminally cute on the internet? I thought my hamster in the pink dress was cute earlier, but this…don’t view if cute makes your toes curl. (Actually, I thought […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground. I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground. I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I love to write. Writing to me is a shield when I’m afraid and a weapon when I’m angry. It is friend and lover and thief of time. It exposes me and hides me. It is there in the morning, and there in the evening. Of all the chaos of […]