I miss my book. I mean the one I’m supposed to be writing.
The interesting thing about beginning my third year in Cedar Rapids is that I already feel like I’ve been here for a longer period of time than any other place I’ve lived as an adult, even though I know mathematically that isn’t true.
A few of these posts are from the last few weeks. (Whoops.)
When I was maybe sixteen years old, I had the kind of dream you never forget.
It’s time for another one of these, and I know I didn’t do one last month so don’t go looking for it…
Happy end of January, everybody!
Even though most readers won’t know it’s there.
I got to run into the ocean, which I hadn’t done in… three years?
I’m still at Writer’s Winter Break (it’s so good SO GOOD). Will tell you about the whole thing next week.