It must be Monday

I have an idea! It’s a great idea! Unless it’s not!    

It is turning colder here, and we’ve already had our first fire and roasted s’mores. I am thinking of my summer vacation, which was, to say the least, a curious one. But time smooths out the weird parts and I get to keep the good stuff.

Being gone on vacation means a lot to catch up when I return. So, I do not allow interruptions.   But Jessica tries anyway.   “There’s a cute guy at the door for you.”   But I am not deterred.   “Your agent’s on the phone. Maybe she sold your book.”   But I am…

The summer is winding down, and Jessica and I are at the coffee shop. I have given up any idea that I will get any work done here, because she will want to hang out, which means asking a lot of questions about how things work and watching all of the people. She asks for…

A year. I am thinking about time lately. How the days can be so long and the years so short. I am at a loss as to where the decades of my life could have gone. The future slips away more and more quickly now. Soon, I think, all chance of the life I meant…