I sent my completed revisions back to Agentland last week. My revisions did not reach Agentland last week, due to the inconsistent wonderment that is the internet. I blame Mercury in stupid, stupid retrograde.
preamble to an unwritten fairy tale She buys the rose from a traveling merchant selling all manner of wares, likely plundered from pirates or stolen from other more reputable merchants. A twitchy sort of
I am out of Revisionland for the moment. Beyond Revisionland looks an awful lot like Revisionland, but Septembery. I spent most of last week finishing & polishing & re-polishing. I’ve lost all perspective, which
technicolor enlightenment We always drive without a destination. Destinations are overrated. The most interesting places are never found on purpose. Or they don’t seem interesting unless they’re unexpected. Decaying mini-golf courses. Laundromats. 24-hour diners
The end of Revisionland is in sight. There’s something bright up ahead that looks like September, maybe. I can’t tell. Taking a mini internet hiatus for the week in an attempt to finish this
maxfield parrish sky She asked me if you could take the train to heaven, because that’s where it looked like the tracks were going. Disappearing into the horizon below a Maxfield Parrish sky. When