Idle Musings from a Floored Mind…

Several million words per year hit my screen. Far, far fewer will ever hit yours, to include those words I throw at this log of events and other unconventionally-published meanderings of a strange organ locked in a bone cage.

Could I Write That in My Sleep?

It is my habit to go to bed with a purpose. To sleep, being one. But before I sleep, I make a concentrated effort to focus on two principles that have — later — put more words on paper than I often do sitting in front of a keyboard. First, I clear my mind of […] Read More

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