Tuesdays
I think my hardest job right now is learning how to spell “judgment” correctly. It’s not even the title I wanted for my lousy novel… Everything there is just one, huge placeholder for a project I can’t seem to return …
I think my hardest job right now is learning how to spell “judgment” correctly. It’s not even the title I wanted for my lousy novel… Everything there is just one, huge placeholder for a project I can’t seem to return …
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Rush hour in DC, Red Line to the suburbs. Daryl opened his eyes as the subway doors slid open, the driver’s garbled voice announcing the station and destination. He was in the last seat on the train, behind tinted plastic, …
Okay! Time to wheel out the horrible failed novel project. I’ve been promising to do this forever and, next week, it’ll begin. The project began in 1997 while I was working for an Associated Press-owned company, performing tedious editorial bullshit …