When I go out to do some writing for my novel, I need to either:
A) Bring headphones and have music playing, or
B) Not invite five other people.

Something in my head unfolded last night, and I saw my face. Not the face here, and not the face way out there, but the face in the next place.

I can’t believe the sheer number of songs I have with Macy Gray in them, even though she’s not the stated artist.

To and , this line from the MGDL movie pretty much sums things up: “Get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’.”