One day, years ago, I wrote the following, stream-of-consciousness style, immediately upon waking. Something about crapping out a sort of story out of my subconscious while still in a half-asleep daze makes me smile. Here it is:
She wore a robe of burgundy and gold. Her home was made of felt and porcelain, satin and ceramic. [...]

Filed under: personal, thoughts, writing on May 25th, 2008 | No Comments »

I’m getting old, not because I’m nearing 25, for that is quite young, but because I’m [...]

Filed under: personal, writing on January 15th, 2006 | No Comments »

I was sifting through my old documents folder again, and thought this little short story was interesting. People who knew me years back knew that I was shy, quiet, and unopinionated, but those who’ve met me in recent years find that almost unbelievable, because I’ve done an about-face. This short story serves almost as a [...]

Filed under: writing on June 28th, 2005 | No Comments »