So no matter how I might feel, deep down in the dark parts of my heart, about the time I spent over the last few weeks, not writing, not being able to sit with a notebook for longer than five minutes...
This month was about survival, making it to sunset, passing out in bed next to your sick child, and praying the next day will be better.
And long stretches of time when nothing is being accomplished can feel lonely. And empty. And futile.
We've been in this for so long because people refused to listen to reason, ignored the science, and decided their needs were greater than the needs of the many.
I don't collect Pop Funkos, at least not consciously. I have a good deal of them, I'd say. I'm not in the same league as those people who have an entire office wall dedicated to the rarest ones you can... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 