Observations

It was a cloudy and rainy drive to the mountains. The fog grew thicker as the car climbed the last mountain. It all cleared as we crested the ridge and it was a

I participated in National Novel Writing Month (50K words in 30 days) for the first time and wrote 50,200 words of a novel first draft. The consistency of writing every day brought

There was a stuff turtle riding in the back window of a state trooper’s car. I’m sure it was not regulation.

The pattern on the front caught my eye. The handwritten card was smeared by the rain. Dirt filled the creases. The words were about kisses and the moonlight. The writer’s name has

Listening to Sam Cooke and he found a rhyme for plebeian. It was “me and.”