Yesterday morning, as my minivan started up, the orange dot reminded me that “Shit, I forgot to fill up the tank. Oh, well, I have 7 miles left. That’s more than enough.”
Abandoned are these clothes that lie lifeless on the floor of my mobile home.
Children, especially the strong-willed kind, can bring out the best and the worst in you. I know because I have two of them.
I’ve set the egg timer. When the egg dings, my writing time is up! Will this encourage me to just write freely without over analyzing everything I write?