It is probably a bad sign when the first words you speak in the morning are to your nose.

It is probably a worse sign when those words are, “Stop running, motherfucker!”

I am spending the day today on rewrites for ye olde novella.

I have kind of been driving myself loony with it lately. Trying to make it “read like a REAL novel.”

Then it hit me the other day, I just want it to sound like me. You know? You know.

And, frankly, it is surprising that it took me so long to arrive at that realization, because I am quite a fan of me.


I want to hide in the bushes outside my house with a thermos of Lipton Cup of Soup and watch me sitting there, all stubble-faced, typing and listening to “No Diggity.”

Oh, I wrote this on a post-it at some point last night:

“I don’t mind killing time, especially considering what it is doing to me.”

(I found a grey chest hair yesterday.)

So, how are YOU today?

0 thoughts on “'supdate

  1. Lovely and brilliant, thanks! ;)

    The title cracked me up!

    I hope your nose behaves better.

    And I can’t wait for the novella to be done– it’ll be great, ESPECIALLY if it sounds like YOU!

    Huge fan.

    Just for Men, chest hair edition?

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