Fiction For Now
Every January since I started running about a decade ago (has it really been that long?! Jeez, no wonder my hip hurts) I’ve celebrated New Year’s Day with a long run. Traditionally, the first song I cue on my playlist is U2’s “New Year’s Day”. (Yes, I’m that dorky. No, it doesn’t bother me anymore.)... Continue Reading →
Maybe it's my OCD talking, but year's end always strikes me as a good time for cleaning. As long as I'm packing away the holiday decorations, why not go a bit further and start the new year organized? While tidying my office recently, I unearthed a folder crammed full of writing-related material I'd forgotten I'd... Continue Reading →
I have a confession: I hate New Year's Eve. No, really. On a philosophical level, the reminder of time passing and dreams yet unrealized depresses me. On a pragmatic level, I can't stand hordes of noisy inebriates and restaurants pushing prix fixe menus at four times their usual rates. The handful of times I've ventured out to... Continue Reading →
