Wintertime Secess

Dearest reader(s) [and you other poor bastards upon whom I foist the senseless, reeking, tiresome mediocrity that constitutes a fair textual summation of the depth of my character]: Thank you for putting your eyes upon my words. You’ll never understand just how much it means to me that you’ve taken precious minutes out of your life to read my drivel. Thank you for interacting with me on Twitter and giving me a sense of community that, frankly, I cannot sustain in the flesh. Thank you for sending your questions, serious and whimsical, to my Curious Cat. Answering them never ceases to lift my spirits. This website has been active for a little under a year. I wish I could say that I had approached it with a greater sense of purpose, even though I’ve approached it with about as much purpose as I can muster. The stories I’ve started posting …

Words Trickle, Friends

I’ve been quiet. I know. I can’t even say that writing has been a chore lately, because for it to have been a chore I’d have to have applied an appreciable amount of time toward it. So? What’s the hold up? July killed me. Well, technically it killed one of our cats. (Ok, strictly speaking, that was the vet, but we’ve already been over that.) August glanced down at my prone form, giggled a little, and soft-served out a steaming pile of life on top of my head. September hasn’t been terrible; it’s just sort of crouched beside me and smudged the mess ar—sorry, what? It’s October? Fuck off… It is not. Shitsakes…it is. Anyway. My employer, [organization name redacted], moved from the campus where it had been—in one iteration or another—for nearly ninety years to a temporary facility, allowing for extensive renovations. The process of culling out all the …