Today, I thought about words, and started this postcard. What did you create today? Did you start something?…
I have a confession to make. I hear voices in my head. The voices of characters who don’t know where they’re going because I haven’t finished their stories on the page. I’m responsible for the identity crises of thousands. I get several fake shrink bills in the mail every week. One girl in particular has been stuck in the bathroom for about four months. She’s angry. She was other places to go. Trust me, we’ve had words. My problem (?)…
