‘The number of times I’ve puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride.’

[Writing prompt courtesy of textsfromlastnight.com; time = 15 minutes] The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride. Whatever's left of it anyways. That girl ripped my balls off with volition, sprinkled with determination. My fault, really. The drinking is, well, a problem. The intersection of … Continue reading ‘The number of times I’ve puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride.’

LEFT THE CAPS LOCK ON

7:04AM. Manuscript refitted to 82,834 from 90,000. I was actually startled by the sun already being up when I rolled my spine up straight. Bobby's had the bed to himself the entire night. He must be in doggy heaven. Can't really blink right now. I discovered if I'm cold, I won't fall asleep. Also, there … Continue reading LEFT THE CAPS LOCK ON

What I Have Learned Through Bleary Eyes

Dang I'm tired. Progress has been made. Gotten into Act Two. Dialogue is choppy, at best, and my brain's too mushy to work in a fight scene. It's appropriate, but I'll literally need to sleep on it. I learned that my friends in India are up and at 'em 4AM my time. Namaste to all … Continue reading What I Have Learned Through Bleary Eyes