Insomnia
Nothing is more silent than the sound of the night watch. The running refrigerator is annoying company. Until it stops. Ah, but there is the sound of the central air pump. And gone. Cats snore in near perfect unison. Aren’t they supposed to be nocturnal? Traitors.
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Say…Anything!
I got nothin’. That’s not true. I have fifteen thousand ideas swirling around in my head. (Think I’m kidding? I’m not.) I have dozens – maybe hundreds – of untold stories just waiting for the opportunity to be warmed by the light of the laptop screen. I even have about sixteen started drafts waiting to…
